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The sun barely creeps through the curtains, casting a soft glow on the man's naked form. He lies on his back, one hand resting on his chest, the other wrapped around his rigid cock. His strokes are measured, each one bringing him closer to the edge. He imagines wet, eager mouths, soft hands, and tight, welcoming holes, his fantasy fueling his pleasure. His breath hitches, and his strokes become erratic as he nears his climax, his body tensing before releasing in hot, sticky spurts.