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In the dimly lit room, a lone figure sits, legs spread wide, a clear view of his hardening cock. He wraps his hand around the shaft, a slow, steady rhythm building as he leans back, head lolling, lost in his fantasy. His strokes become more urgent, muscles tensing as he nears the edge. A final, powerful stroke, and he's spurting, his seed coating his hand and stomach, a satisfied groan escaping his lips as he comes down from his self-induced high.