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The room is filled with the soft sounds of his moans and the rhythm of his hand on his flesh. His breath hitches as he gets closer, the tension building in his core. He imagines a lover's touch, their hands, their mouth, as he continues to work himself, his body writhing with need. Finally, with a gasp, he finds his release, his hot seed spilling over his hand.