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In the quiet of his room, a man lost in unrequited love turns to his own touch for comfort. His large, throbbing cock aches for the touch it craves, but his hand will have to suffice. He strokes himself, imagining the lips that will never kiss him, the touch that will never come. His moans fill the empty room as he brings himself to a climax, his hot seed spilling onto his hand, a bittersweet release.