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In the quiet of his room, a man's hand explores his body, mapping out familiar territory. His mind's eye fills with Nola Mae, her curves, her laugh, her scent. He imagines her hands on him, her breath on his neck, her body pressed against his. His cock hardens, aching for release. He jerks it slowly, building a rhythm, a fantasy. The room fills with the sound of his hand on his flesh, the scent of his pre-cum. His body tenses, and with a low groan, he comes, painting his chest with his desire, his imagination, his secret.