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In the quiet of his room, a man, alone with his thoughts and desires, lets his hand wander. His breath hitches as he grasps his throbbing cock, thick and veined, a monument to his arousal. He strokes, building a rhythm, his hips bucking slightly with each pass. His other hand teases his balls, rolling them gently, sending jolts of pleasure up his spine. He imagines a lover's touch, a wet mouth, a tight pussy, but it's just him, his hand, and his cock, a dance of one.