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In the hushed stillness of the night, a man's solitary dance begins. The moon's silver caress on his skin, the cool air against his naked form, heighten his senses. His hand, firm and steady, works his engorged cock, his hips rising to meet each stroke. The room fills with the quiet symphony of his pleasure, his ragged breaths and the slick sounds of his hand on his flesh, until he finds his release, his body shuddering as he spills his seed into the night.