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Alone in his sanctuary, he surrenders to his carnal cravings. His fist, tight and steady, pumps along his throbbing shaft, drawing out a thick, clear bead of lust. The air grows heavy with the scent of his arousal, each stroke echoing through the room. His body trembles, his grip tightens, and with a guttural groan, he finds his climax, his seed spilling forth in pulsating waves, coating his stomach in a glistening, sticky symphony.