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In the quiet solitude of his room, a man loses himself in the rhythm of his own touch. His hand, steady and sure, traces the length of his throbbing cock, each stroke a testament to his growing desire. The room fills with the soft sound of skin on skin, punctuated by his ragged breaths. His body tenses, pleasure coursing through him like a current, as he brings himself to the brink and then, with a final, shuddering stroke, pushes himself over the edge.