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As the rain pours, our gwapong jakol retreats to his room, his mind filled with lustful thoughts. His hands, skilled and eager, work his cock, coaxing it to hardness. He imagines the touch of a lover, the press of another body, but for now, it's just him, his hand, and the rain. His strokes are steady, confident, each one bringing him closer to his release. His body tenses, his breath hitches, and with a final, powerful stroke, he spills his seed, his moans drowned out by the storm outside.