As he lay back, the urge to touch himself grew stronger. His hand slowly slid down his chest, teasing his nipples before moving lower. Gripping his hard shaft, he began to stroke himself, feeling the pleasure building with each movement. His hips lifted off the bed, matching the rhythm of his hand as he lost himself in the sensation.
His fingers circled around the sensitive head, eliciting a moan from his lips. With each stroke, he could feel the tension building, his body on the brink of release. His breath quickened, his heart raced as he plunged deeper into the ecstasy of self-pleasure.
Closing his eyes, he imagined the most erotic scenes, fueling his desire even more. The room filled with the sound of his heavy breathing, the sensation of his slick hand moving up and down his length. He was lost in the moment, consumed by the pleasure that only he could provide.
Finally, with a guttural groan, he felt the wave of pleasure crash over him. His body tensed, every muscle contracting as he rode out the intense orgasm. His release was powerful, leaving him spent and completely satisfied. With a contented sigh, he opened his eyes, a satisfied smile on his face.

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