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Clad in nothing but a loose t-shirt, a man takes his seat on the edge of the bed, his hand already working his stiffening cock. He's been alone too long, his body aching for release. His strokes are long and slow, building a rhythm that mirrors the beat of his heart. He can feel the tension coiling in his gut, his balls drawing up tight. With a final, fierce stroke, he tips over the edge, his body convulsing as he paints his chest with his hot, creamy load, a primal, satisfying end to his solitary indulgence.