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With a mischievous grin, he locks the door, ready for some private time. He starts slow, caressing his shaft, feeling the blood pulse beneath his touch. His grip tightens, his strokes becoming more urgent. He closes his eyes, imagining the touch of another, his body responding eagerly. His hand moves faster, his breathing ragged, until with a final stroke, he finds his release, his body shuddering as he paints his chest with his creamy load.