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In the quiet of his kitchen, a man finds solace in his own hands. The cold marble countertop meets his hips as he tugs at his stiff cock, the pre-cum already beading at the tip. The room fills with the sound of his wet strokes, the scent of sex heavy in the air. His grip tightens, his breath hitches, and with a final desperate thrust, he paints the sink with his hot, white cum.