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As the moon casts an ethereal glow, a lone figure retreats to the sanctuary of his room. The soft glow of his laptop illuminates his face as he scrolls through forbidden fruits, his pulse quickening. His hand finds its way to his throbbing member, the head already glistening with anticipation. He strokes, his breath growing ragged, his eyes locked onto the explicit display. The room fills with the scent of his arousal, his grip tightening as he approaches the precipice. With a final, desperate pump, he unleashes, his essence coating the screen, a testament to his nightly ritual.