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A lone man, uninhibited and confident, retreats to his private space. The room is dimly lit, a haven for his intimate moments. He sits back, his hand already working, stroking his solid, unshaven cock. The air is thick with the scent of his musk, a primal perfume that fills his nostrils. His breaths grow heavier, his strokes more urgent, as he brings himself closer to the edge.