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In the quiet of his room, a man loses himself in the moment, fingers dancing over his hardening length. His strokes are steady, purposeful, each one bringing him closer to the edge. Muscles tense, breath hitches, and with a low groan, he finds his release, painting his chest with warm, sticky evidence of his solo indulgence.