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In the quiet of his room, a man loses himself in the rhythm of his own touch. His hand glides effortlessly along his rigid length, drawing out each wave of pleasure. He's a master of his own body, coaxing out a seemingly endless orgasm. His muscles tense, his grip tightens, and he lets out a primal growl as he paints his chest with his hot, sticky seed.