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In the quiet of the night, a restless soul seeks comfort in the familiar. The bed creaks softly as a hand wraps around a throbbing member, starting a slow, steady rhythm that builds with each stroke. The room is filled with the scent of warm skin and the sound of ragged breath, as the individual chases the high only self-love can provide.