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The room is filled with her soft snores, but his world is reduced to the sensation of his hand on his cock. He's rock hard, his cock throbbing with need. He strokes himself, his hand moving from base to tip, spreading the pre-cum that's beading at the head. His eyes are locked on her, imagining her waking up, seeing him like this, joining him. His strokes become feverish, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His body tenses, and with a low, guttural moan, he comes, his cum shooting out, painting his stomach and her shirt in thick, white ropes.