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In the quiet of his room, a man lost in thoughts of his lover takes to his bed, hand wandering to his stiffening member. He strokes, his breath deepening, fingers tracing the length, spreading the bead of precum. His mind's eye paints vivid images, guiding his hand to a feverish pace. He imagines her touch, her mouth, her wet heat, until with a guttural groan, he spills his seed, satisfaction coursing through him.