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Our solo artist is a man of simple pleasures, finding his escape in the private dance of his own hand. With a casual flick of his wrist, he sends his jeans cascading to the floor, his cock springing free, hard and eager. He leans back, his body relaxed, his hand working his length with practiced ease. His eyes flutter closed, his mind lost in the fantasy that only he knows. His breathing grows ragged, his strokes faster, until with a final, guttural groan, he spills his load, his cock pulsing as he coats his hand and the floor with his milky, white reward.