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In the quiet of his room, a man finds solace in his own touch. His hands, rough and calloused, trace the length of his rigid cock, coaxing it to life. He strokes, teasing himself, his body tensing with each pass. His movements become more urgent, more desperate, until he can't hold back any longer. With a low moan, he spills himself, marking his skin with his own desire.