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The clock strikes nine on a quiet Thursday evening, and our horny hunk can't take the boredom anymore. He locks his door, stripping down to nothing, his hard cock standing at attention. He lazily strokes his length, his eyes closed, lost in his dirty thoughts. His hand moves faster, his grip tighter, his body writhing with pleasure. He lets out a low moan, his body convulsing as he comes undone, his cum splattering across his chest and stomach, leaving him panting and satisfied.