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In the quiet of his room, a man lost in thought finds solace in his touch. He strips down, the cool air a stark contrast to the heat building within. His hand wraps around his hardening cock, a slow, steady rhythm building. He bites his lip, suppressing moans, as his pace quickens. His breath hitches, muscles tense, and he spills his release onto the floor, a silent testament to his private pleasure.