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In the quiet of his room, a man, his body a map of desire, begins a solo dance of pleasure. He lubes up, his hands gliding over his skin, tracing the lines of his muscles. He grips his cock, a beast awakened, and starts a rhythm that's been played since time immemorial. He teases himself, bringing himself close to the edge before backing off, prolonging the sweet torture. His grunts fill the room as he picks up the pace, his body tensing, and then he's there, his cock pulsing, hot cum spilling out, a testament to his self-love.