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In the solitude of his room, a man finds comfort in the familiar rhythm of his own touch. He strips down, his body tense with anticipation. He starts slow, his hand gliding over his chest, down to his stomach, tracing the lines of his abs. His fingers wrap around his hardening cock, a soft moan escaping his lips. He increases his pace, his hand moving in time with the music, his body swaying to the beat. The room fills with the sounds of his pleasure, his moans growing louder as he nears his climax. His body tenses, his grip tightening as he releases, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm.