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He still has homework to do.
The hole in the wall shouldn't last forever; if someone were to discover it, they'd find Alice's torso relatively easily.
He just wants to get home and get lost for a bit.
As soon as he crosses the door, he leans back against it.
He undoes his tie, his body shaking as he releases all the conflicting feelings he'd experienced throughout the day.
He heads to his bedroom; lately, he's gotten into the habit of venting his frustrations through masturbation.
For this reason, the desire to touch his body overwhelms him; he moistens his fingers and the palm of his hand with saliva to spread it over his hot, erect, and blood-filled member.
Ready for a good handjob.
Jhon knows how to touch himself, how to get himself aroused, how to increase his arousal, and how to control it so it doesn't succumb to death.
Prolonging his agony is too tempting; little by little, the headache is dissipating, the nausea is gone.
He continues sliding his hand along his veiny shaft, moistening his fingers every time he touches the head of his penis, and causing spasms when he touches the entrance to his urethra, his body arching at times.
A familiar scent reaches his nose, a very erotic aroma that has accompanied him in his fantasies.
An idea is born in his head.
At the moment, it repels him, and he squeezes his member furiously, holding back his strength.
A sweet voice floods his mind.
That idea takes shape, as he visualizes himself being caressed by Alice from behind.