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Alone in his bedroom, the married man, driven by a primal hunger, begins to pleasure himself. He tugs at his underwear, his massive, hard cock springing free, already leaking pre-cum. He grips it firmly, his hand moving in a steady rhythm, his breath growing ragged. His mind is a whirlwind of illicit fantasies, his body responding to every depraved thought. He can feel his orgasm approaching, his hand moving faster, more urgently, until finally, with a guttural groan, he comes, his hot seed spurting out, painting his hand and his underwear.