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In the dim glow of his room, a man, lost in thought, dons a latex glove, the smooth material slick against his skin. His hand, encased in the tight, glossy sheath, begins a slow, rhythmic dance over his hardening cock. The latex, cool and slippery, provides a unique friction as he strokes, his breath hitching with each pass. His mind wanders, lost in fantasies only he knows, as his hand works diligently, bringing him closer to release.