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On this dreary Tuesday, our lonely protagonist turns to his trusted companion, his own hand. In the dim light of his room, he begins a slow, deliberate dance, caressing his stiffening cock. His motions quicken, his breath deepens, and his groans fill the void. As he nears the edge, his grip tightens, pulling a thick, creamy load from his pulsating cock. The cum dribbles down his hand, leaving him spent and content, if only for a moment.