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Lost in reverie, a lone man reclines, his hand tracing the contours of his body, wishing it were your touch igniting his skin. His breath hitches as he wraps his fingers around his throbbing cock, imagining your grip, your rhythm. He strokes himself slowly, building a torturous anticipation, his hips lifting off the bed, craving your presence.