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In the dimly lit room, he finds his release. His body arches, tense with anticipation. The first stroke is tentative, a whisper of touch. But as his cock hardens, so does his resolve. He grips himself firmly, his hand a tight, slick fist around his shaft. His hips buck, thrusting into his own hand, chasing the pleasure that only he can give. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his moans echoing in the empty room. This is his secret, his private ritual, a solo dance with desire.