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With no audience or expectations, he finds solace in his solitude. The room, dimly lit, becomes his sanctuary. His hand, calloused from years of labor, wraps around his throbbing, uncut cock. Veins pulse as he strokes, feeling every ridge and vein. His balls tighten, ready to release weeks of pent-up desire. He groans, his voice echoing in the empty room, as he paints his chest with hot, white cum.