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In the dim light, he lies on his stomach, rubbing his throbbing cock on the pliant pillow. He imagines it's a tight, wet pussy, riding it with slow, steady strokes. His breath hitches as he picks up the pace, his body tensing, until he can't take it anymore. With a quiet grunt, he buries his face in the pillow, his massive cock pulsing, painting the fabric with his huge cum load.