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The house is silent, save for the soft, rhythmic sound of flesh meeting flesh. A man, alone and horny, has taken matters into his own hands. His cock, hard and ready, juts out from his boxers, demanding attention. He obliges, stroking it with a practiced hand, his grip tight and his pace steady. His mind fills with fantasies of lush bodies and eager mouths, driving him closer to the brink. With a final, fierce stroke, he comes, his cock pulsing as he paints his hand and belly with his hot, white seed.