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In the quiet of his room, a man, uninhibited and alone, begins his private ritual. He sprawls on the bed, his hand wrapping around his already hardening cock. With a slow, steady rhythm, he strokes himself, feeling every vein and ridge. His breath hitches as he picks up the pace, his body tensing with pleasure. The room fills with the sound of his hand meeting flesh, the smell of his own musk. He's lost in the moment, his eyes closed, his mouth slightly open, his body arching as he nears the edge.