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With a hunger that can't be sated, he grips his shaft, his palm sliding up and down the veined length. His thumb sweeps over the sensitive head, spreading pre-cum, as his other hand cups his heavy balls, massaging them gently. The room fills with the sound of his ragged breaths and the slick, wet noises of his stroking. His body tenses, his abs contracting, as he nears the edge. With a guttural groan, he comes, hot ropes of semen painting his stomach, marking his solo conquest.