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As the moon casts its silver glow through the window, our anonymous hero retreats to his private chamber. With a throbbing hardness tenting his boxers, he settles into his chair, fingers already teasing the waistband. His breath deepens as he frees his rigid cock, the cool air a stark contrast to the heat of his desire. Slowly, he begins to stroke, the rhythmic motion building a delicious tension. His grip tightens, his pace quickens, and with a guttural groan, he finds release, his seed spilling forth in messy ropes.