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Under the cloak of darkness, he retreats to his room, a sanctuary for his secret indulgence. The air is thick with anticipation as he sheds his clothes, his body ready for its nightly dance. His hand wraps around his shaft, a familiar comfort. His strokes gain speed, his grip tightening as his desire grows. The room fills with the symphony of his pleasure, his breath ragged, his body quivering. With a final, powerful thrust, he finds his release, his seed painting his stomach in warm, sticky ribbons.