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In the quiet of his room, a man lost in thought, his hand finds its way to the bulge in his pants. He unzips, revealing his throbbing verga, veined and ready. He strokes it gently, a tender caress, his eyes closed, lost in a fantasy only he knows. His breath hitches as he picks up the pace, his hand a tight fist around his flesh, the sound of skin on skin filling the room. He moans softly, his body tensing as he nears the edge, his climax a warm rush that leaves him gasping and satisfied.