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In the solitary confines of a hotel room, a muscular man, left to his own devices, finds solace in a forbidden pleasure. He grinds his throbbing erection against the hotel pillow, the crisp, cool cotton a poor substitute for the warmth he craves. His hips move in a rhythmic dance, his breath hitching as he edges closer to the precipice. With a final, desperate thrust, he spills his seed, his body convulsing as he finds fleeting release.