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Lost in his thoughts, a man retreats to his private sanctuary, a dimly lit room adorned with soft, worn fabrics. He unbuckles his belt, letting his pants drop to the floor, revealing a tented pair of boxers. His hand, calloused from years of labor, slides beneath the elastic, wrapping around his thick, uncut cock. He strokes slowly, eyes closed, lost in a fantasy only he knows. His breath hitches as he picks up the pace, the sound of skin on skin filling the room. His grip tightens, thumb brushing over the sensitive head, leaving a glistening trail of precum. His body tenses, abs contracting as he nears the edge. With a final, shuddering stroke, he spills his load, his body relaxing as he catches his breath.