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Alone in his private sanctum, a man's hand finds its way to his cock, a well-worn path of pleasure. His grip is firm, his rhythm steady, as he works his thick, veined shaft. His eyes are closed, his mind's eye filled with lurid images that fuel his desire. He's a master of his domain, his body responding to his touch, his cock leaking pre-cum as he approaches the precipice. With a low groan, he tips over, his cock pulsing as it releases, his body shuddering with the force of his solo ecstasy.