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In the quiet of his room, a man finds solace and pleasure in his own company. He begins tentatively, fingers tracing the outline of his hardening cock through thin cotton. As his breath deepens, so does his touch, wrapping around his length with a familiar, confident grip. He strokes, slow and steady, building a rhythm that echoes the pulse of his desire. His other hand wanders, cupping his balls, teasing the sensitive skin of his inner thigh. The room fills with the sound of his pleasure, a symphony of soft groans and wet strokes, culminating in a shuddering release.