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In the quiet solitude of his home, a man's primal urges take over. He's alone, free to indulge in his fantasies without inhibition. His hand traces the lines of his body, lingering on his hardening cock. He's hungry, hungry for release. He starts to stroke, slowly at first, then faster, more urgent. His body responds, his muscles tensing, his breath coming in short pants. He's close, so close. With a final, desperate thrust, he comes, his body convulsing as he spills his seed onto the floor.