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In the quiet of his room, a man stretches out, his hand wrapping around his throbbing, uncut cock. He's alone, but the pleasure is far from solitary. With a firm grip, he strokes his length, feeling the veins pulse beneath his touch. His other hand cups his heavy balls, massaging them gently. The sensation builds, his breath hitching as his hand picks up pace. His eyes flutter closed, lost in the rhythm, the heat, the pure, unadulterated pleasure.