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With the door locked, he sits on the edge of the bed, his thick, uncut cock already hard and leaking. He's alone with his thoughts, his hand wrapped around his shaft. He strokes slowly, his other hand playing with his heavy balls. His eyes are closed, imagining a lover's touch. He takes a drag from his cigarette, the smoke filling his lungs. His strokes become more urgent, his breath coming in short gasps. He's close, his body tensing as he finally lets go, his cum coating his hand and the bedsheet. He opens his eyes, a satisfied smile on his face, his heart rate slowly returning to normal.