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Left to his own devices, a man finds solace in the simplicity of his own company. He locks the door, a barrier between him and the world, and begins to explore his body, fingers tracing the lines of his chest, his abs, before descending lower. His cock hardens at his touch, and he wraps his hand around it, a firm grip, a steady rhythm. His breath hitches as he loses himself in the sensation, his movements becoming more urgent, more passionate, a dance for one.