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In the solitude of his room, he starts slow, a tentative stroke here, a lingering caress there. His hand knows the terrain of his throbbing member, yet today, it's different. Today, he's insatiable. His breath hitches as he picks up the pace, the room filling with the symphony of his pleasure. His hips buck, his grip tightens, and with a guttural groan, he unleashes. The sheer volume of his release is staggering, a veritable monsoon cascading down his torso, painting a masterpiece of lust.