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Hidden away from the world, Drochka seeks solace in his own touch. The room is filled with the soft sound of his ragged breaths and the slick, wet noises of his hand working his cock. He's a vision of pure, unadulterated lust, his body writhing with need. His free hand explores his body, pinching his nipples, tracing the lines of his abs, before reaching down to cup his balls, rolling them gently in his palm. He gasps, his body tensing as he nears his peak, his hand moving frantically on his cock until he's crying out, his body shuddering as he comes undone.