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With no audience but the lens, he begins, his big dick already at half-mast. He runs his calloused palm up and down his length, feeling every vein, every ridge. His other hand tweaks his nipple, sending jolts of pleasure straight to his groin. He rotates his hips, fucking his fist, his moans echoing in the silent room. His pace quickens, his grip tightens, and with a guttural groan, he spills his load, his abs contracting as he milks every last drop.