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In the quiet of the night, a man's hand finds its way into his boxers, grasping his eager cock. He's been craving this moment all day, the anticipation building like a slow burn. With each stroke, he feels his desire grow, his body responding to his touch. He imagines a lover's hands, their lips, their tongue, as he picks up the pace. His moans fill the room, echoing off the walls as he nears the edge. With a final, desperate stroke, he comes undone, his cock pulsing as he paints his chest with his load.