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In the hush of the night, a lone figure switches on a flashlight, casting a soft glow over his naked form. His hand, trembling with anticipation, wraps around his throbbing cock. He strokes slowly, building a rhythm as he bites his lip, lost in fantasy. The light flickers, dancing on the ceiling as his pace quickens, his breath hitching in his chest. The room fills with the sound of his pleasure, a symphony of moans and the slick sound of his hand on his flesh. His body tenses, and with a final grunt, he spills his load, the flashlight's beam illuminating the evidence of his solo indulgence.