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The clock strikes twelve, signaling the start of his nightly routine. He retreats to his bedroom, the scent of fresh linen filling his nostrils. In the quiet, he begins, his hand trailing down his torso, finding his hardening length. He strokes, his grip firm, the pace increasing. The room echoes with the sound of his pleasure, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His mind races, images of unfulfilled desires flashing before his eyes. His body tenses, his release imminent, and with a final, powerful stroke, he finds his climax, his body shuddering with satisfaction.