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In the dimly lit room, a man stands, his form barely discernible in the shadows. His hand, large and calloused, moves in a slow, steady rhythm, a silent symphony of pleasure. His cock, thick and veiny, stands at attention, glistening with pre-cum. He takes a deep breath, his nostrils flaring, and with a low groan, he increases his pace. His body rocks slightly, his hips thrusting forward as he chases his orgasm. He grunts, a deep, guttural sound, as he comes, his cock pulsing, ropes of cum painting his hand and stomach. He stands there for a moment, catching his breath, his secret safe in the darkness.