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The house echoes with silence, save for the soft, rhythmic sound of a man's hand on his cock. He's alone, but his body responds to the familiar sensation, his breath hitching as he imagines a touch other than his own. The room grows warmer, his skin glistening with a fine sheen of sweat as he works himself, his grip tightening, his strokes becoming more urgent. He's close, his body tensing, his breath coming in short gasps, when suddenly, a creaking floorboard breaks the spell, forcing him to quickly tuck himself away, his heart pounding in his chest.