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Lost in the rhythm of the music, I find myself alone, my hand wandering south, tracing the contours of my rigid cock. I stroke gently, feeling the heat building, the pleasure mounting. My breath hitches as I picture my lover's touch, their eager palm wrapping around my shaft. I pump faster, my hand slick with pre-cum, until I'm teetering on the edge. With a final, firm stroke, I cum into my hand, the warm, sticky mess a testament to my solo ecstasy.