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With a sigh, he closes the door behind him, retreating to his private sanctuary. His hands, rough with callouses, begin their familiar journey, caressing his skin, tracing the lines of his muscles. His cock stands at attention, eager for his touch. He strokes, slow and steady, building a rhythm that makes his body ache with anticipation. He's alone, but in this moment, it's just him and his desire, a private dance of pleasure.