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Unbound by the gaze of others, he retreats to his private sanctuary, a haven for his most primal urges. Clothing discarded, he stands naked, his reflection a mirror to his desire. His hand, a proxy for his longing, grips his rigid cock, moving in a rhythm as old as time. His eyes flutter closed, lost in the sensation, as beads of sweat form on his chest. The room echoes with the sound of his pleasure, a symphony of wet, eager strokes. As his body reaches its peak, he gives in, his cum painting his abdomen, a masterpiece of his solitary dance.