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In a dimly lit room, a lone man sits, his eyes flicking between the laptop screen displaying a looping Star Wars theme and his own reflection. He takes a long drag of his cigarette, the smoke swirling around his face like the Force. His hand, hidden beneath the table, begins a slow, rhythmic motion, his breathing deepening as he strokes his hardening cock to the familiar melody. The only sounds are the soft hum of the laptop and the occasional clink of his cigarette hitting the ashtray. The scene is simple, yet intimate, a private moment of pleasure amidst the mundane.