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A man, alone in his thoughts, finds solace in the grip of his own hand. His cock, a beast of its own, stands tall and proud, a testament to his desire. He runs his hand up and down the length, feeling every ridge, every vein, his breath hitching as pleasure courses through him. His eyes meet his reflection in the mirror, a primal hunger in his gaze as he brings himself closer to the edge, his body tensing, ready to explode in a torrent of relief.