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As the clock strikes midnight, a lone figure retreats to the privacy of his room, the soft glow of the moon casting long shadows. He sits on the edge of his bed, a sense of anticipation filling the air. His hands, unseen by the world, begin to work, stroking his hard cock with a rhythm known only to him. The room is filled with the soft sounds of his pleasure, the occasional hitch in his breath the only indication of his growing excitement.