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As the sun sets, he retreats to his private space, a sanctuary for his daily ritual. Arrecho, he whispers to himself, a word that's become a mantra, a promise of the pleasure to come. He strips slowly, his eyes never leaving his reflection. He's a sight to behold, his body toned, his cock thick and eager. He takes his time, teasing, taunting, until he can't hold back any longer. He grips his cock, his strokes fast and furious, his body tensing as he finds his release, a daily testament to his virility.