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In the cloak of night, a man succumbs to his primal urges, his hand working in rhythmic motion along his engorged length. The darkness hides his features, yet it amplifies his senses, the cool air against his hot skin, the sound of his own ragged breaths filling the void. He's a shadow among shadows, a lonely figure in the throes of self-indulgence, chasing the sweet release that only he can provide.