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Unbound by time or company, he retreats to his private sanctuary. His eyes roam over his naked form, lingering on his thick, pulsating member. He takes his time, tracing the veins with his fingertips, feeling the power that lies beneath the velvet skin. His other hand cups his heavy balls, gently kneading as he begins to stroke, long, slow movements that build a fire within him. His body tenses, his breath coming in ragged gasps, as he nears the edge. With a final, powerful stroke, he tips over, his cum erupting, painting his hand and torso with his essence.