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In the quiet of his room, a man seeks refuge in the intimate dance of his own body. The soft glow of late afternoon sunlight filters through the window as he reclines on his bed, his hand gently caressing the growing bulge in his sweatpants. With a sigh, he frees his hard cock, the weight of it throbbing in his palm. His strokes are slow, deliberate, each one drawing a moan from his lips as he imagines the touch of a lover. The room fills with the scent of his pre-cum, the sound of his wet hand working his shaft. He brings himself to the edge, then pauses, drawing out the pleasure before finally allowing himself to tumble over, his body convulsing as he spills his seed.