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He's alone, but his mind's eye is filled with her. His big cock twitches, straining against his pants, demanding release. He unbuttons, letting it spring free, the cool air a stark contrast to the heat radiating from his aching member. He starts slow, his large hand encircling his shaft, moving up and down in a rhythm as old as time. His grip tightens, his pace quickens, his breathing grows ragged. His cock, a monument to his desire, glistens with his excitement. He fucks his hand, his hips bucking, imagining it's her tight pussy enveloping him. He's close, so close, when suddenly, his phone rings, shattering the moment and leaving him breathless and yearning.