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In the quiet of his room, a man loses himself in the rhythm of his own touch. His hand, a practiced instrument, glides along his stiff length, drawing out low groans of pleasure. The scent of his arousal fills the air as he leans back, eyes closed, imagining the soft lips of a lover around his throbbing cock. His breath hitches, body tensing as he brings himself closer to the edge, the sound of his own pleasure echoing in the otherwise silent room.