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Lost in his thoughts, a man retreats to his room, his heart pounding with anticipation. He knows what he wants, what he needs. Closing the door behind him, he begins to undress, his eyes locked on the mirror. His hands trace the lines of his body, a silent promise of the pleasure to come. He takes his time, building the tension, until finally, he can't wait any longer. His hand wraps around his hardening cock, stroking it slowly, teasingly. His breath hitches as he picks up the pace, his body responding to his touch. He imagines hands other than his own, mouths, bodies, the fantasies playing out in his mind as he brings himself closer to the edge. The room fills with the sound of his ragged breath, the soft moans he can't hold back. And then, with a final, shuddering gasp, he finds his release.