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In the quiet of his room, a man finds solace in his own touch. He strokes his shaft, feeling the velvety skin against his fingertips, as his breath hitches with each pass. His movements are slow, deliberate, building anticipation. The room fills with the scent of his pre-cum as he picks up the pace, his grip tightening. His muscles tense, and with a low groan, he releases, painting his chest with thick ropes of cum.