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In the privacy of his room, he dons a mask, not to hide his identity, but to add a layer of mystery. His hand wraps around his throbbing cock, stroking rhythmically as he imagines faceless lovers. The room fills with the scent of his musk, his body coated in a sheen of sweat. As he nears the edge, he grabs a rag, catching his hot load as he groans in release, the cloth now a trophy of his solo passion.