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Lights dimmed, he's alone with his thoughts and his desires. His big cock tents his pants, begging for release. He unzips, letting it spring free, already hard and leaking. He spits in his hand, lubricating his length, and begins to stroke. Slow at first, then faster, his grip tight. He moans, his body writhing, chasing that high. His balls tighten, and with a final, desperate tug, he's coming, his cock pulsing, his cum dripping onto the floor.