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In the dim light of his bedroom, he sits on the edge of his bed, his hand already wrapped around his throbbing member. He starts slow, his hand moving up and down his length, his hips lifting slightly with each stroke. His other hand cups his balls, gently massaging them as he picks up the pace. His breathing becomes ragged, his grip tighter, his strokes faster. He throws his head back, a low moan escaping his lips as he comes undone, his cum spilling over his fist and onto the floor.