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In the dim, intimate confines of his room, a man named Money finds solace in his own touch. His hands, rough yet gentle, explore his lean body, tracing the lines of his muscles and the curve of his ass. His cock, thick and engorged, throbs with anticipation as he strokes it slowly, teasingly. The room fills with the scent of his musk, the sound of his ragged breaths, and the wet, slick noises of his self-pleasure. His body tenses, his grip tightens, and with a final, guttural groan, he spills his hot, creamy load onto his stomach.