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With no one to watch but the four walls, he takes his cock in hand, the soft skin sliding deliciously against his palm. He imagines a lover's touch, their breath hot on his ear, their voice whispering filthy promises. His strokes become more urgent, his grip tighter, until with a final, guttural moan, he finds his release, his cum painting his abdomen in warm, sticky stripes.