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Alone in his sanctuary, he surrenders to his primal urges. His eyes locked on the mirror, he watches as his hand works his hardened length with practiced ease. His grip tightens, his pace quickens, as the familiar pressure builds. His body tenses, his mouth opens in a silent cry, and with a final, shuddering stroke, he finds his climax, his essence spilling forth in a testament to his solo ecstasy.