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As the clock strikes midnight, a man retreats to the sanctuary of his bedroom, the rest of the world locked out. With a sigh, he begins to explore his body, his fingers tracing the curves and lines, igniting sparks of pleasure. His hand wraps around his hardening cock, feeling the velvet softness and steel-like rigidity. He starts to pump, his grip tightening, his rhythm building, lost in the private dance of his own making.