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In the dimly lit room, a lonely figure, clad in black leather, paces, his mind a whirlwind of unfulfilled desires. The cool leather against his skin does little to alleviate the heat coursing through his veins. He reaches down, his hand tracing the bulge in his pants, imagining the forbidden touch of another. His breath hitches as he unzips, his cock springing free, hungry for release. He strokes, his grip tight, his movements rough, mimicking the ass-fuck he craves, until he's left panting, spent, and yearning for more.