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As the clock strikes midnight, a man retreats to his private sanctuary, the dim light casting long shadows across his chiseled form. His hands tremble slightly as he unbuttons his jeans, the zipper echoing like a thunderclap in the silent room. His cock springs free, a massive, veined beast, hungry for release. He strokes it with reverence, his hand barely able to wrap around its girth. He imagines the tight, slick warmth of a woman's mouth, her tongue swirling around his head, her throat taking him deep. His strokes quicken, his body tensing, and with a low groan, he explodes, his hot cum painting stripes across his abs, the room now a canvas of his late-night, solo masterpiece.