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In the quiet of the night, a lonely man answers the call of his throbbing member. His roommate, blissfully unaware, slumbers on. The soft glow of the streetlight outside filters in, guiding his hand as he pleasures himself. The tension builds, his grip tightening, until with a final, desperate stroke, he finds release. The room fills with the scent of his musk as he catches his breath, his body glistening with sweat and spent seed.