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With a mischievous glint in his eye, he locks his door and begins his ritual. Clothes discarded, he sprawls on his unmade bed, his hand wrapped around his pulsating cock. He strokes with increasing urgency, his body tensing and relaxing in a dance as old as time. His moans fill the room, a symphony of pleasure that reaches a crescendo as he finds his release, his body convulsing as he paints his chest with his essence.