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In the dimly lit room, a man, a self-proclaimed American Psycho, indulges in his solitary pleasure. He sprawls on the plush leather couch, a worn paperback in one hand, the other working his hardening cock through his tailored pants. His eyes dart between the pages and his throbbing member, his mind weaving a web of sinister fantasies. He unzips, his length springing free, and begins to stroke, his grip firm and steady. His breath hitches as he nears the edge, his climax explosive and satisfying.