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In the quiet solitude of his room, a man loses himself in his fantasies, his hand a poor substitute for the woman he desires. His strokes grow more urgent, his breath ragged, as he pictures her face, her body. The tension builds, his grip tightens, and with a final, desperate thrust, he finds his release, his hot seed spilling over his fingers.