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Alone in his room, a man, his eyes reflecting a mix of loneliness and desire, finds solace in the soft embrace of a pillow. He grinds against it, his hard cock seeking friction, his breath growing ragged. The fabric, smooth and cool at first, soon warms to his touch. His movements become more urgent, his hips thrusting in a rhythm as old as time. With a final, desperate push, he finds his release, his hot cum painting the pillow in stripes of his passion.