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In the quiet of his home, a man satisfies his urge, finding solace in his own touch. He unbuttons his pants, letting them fall to the floor, standing in the soft glow of the room. His hand wraps around his hardening cock, stroking slowly, building a rhythm. His breath hitches, eyes closed, lost in the sensation. His pace quickens, the sound of his hand against his flesh filling the room. He lets out a low moan, his body tensing as he finds his release, his cock pulsing in his hand.