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A lonely man, hidden from the world, finds solace in his own touch. His room bathed in soft, diffused light, he begins to stroke his hardening length, his breath hitching with each caress. His free hand wanders, cupping his balls, teasing his nipples, his body responding to his own expert touch. His rhythm builds, his grip tightens, his moans echo in the empty room as he chases his release, his body tensing, his cock pulsing as he paints his abdomen with his hot, sticky seed.