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In the quiet of his room, the man's thoughts turn to the day's frustrations and the pleasure that awaits. His cock tents the sheets, eager and insistent. He sheds his clothes, the soft fabric whispering against his skin. Settling onto the bed, he grips his shaft, feeling the velvety smoothness, the pulse of life. His strokes are measured, each one drawing a low, guttural sound from his chest. The room darkens, the only light the glow of his phone, casting long shadows. His grip tightens, his strokes quicken, his body tensing as he chases his release. With a final, shuddering breath, he comes, his cock pulsing, his cum spilling over his hand, a messy, satisfying end to his nightly ritual.