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In the quiet of his room, he stands, a sculpture of raw desire. His cock, a monument to his lust, stands at attention, veined and eager. He runs his hands over its length, feeling the hardness, the heat. His strokes are slow, measured, a dance of seduction with his own body. The room is filled with the sound of his pleasure, the scent of his desire, as he brings himself closer and closer to the edge, his body trembling with the promise of release.