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Our lonesome Lothario finds solace in his solitude, his hand wrapping around his substantial length with a sense of purpose. He teases the tip, feeling the pre-cum bead and slick his palm. His strokes are steady, his grip firm, his breath ragged. The room fills with the sound of his pleasure, the scent of his arousal. He's a man on a mission, and as his body tenses, he achieves his goal, his cock jerking as it paints the room with his spent seed.