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The creases of the pillowcase bear witness to his urgency, as he grinds his hips in a dance of desperation. His breath hitches, the only sound in the otherwise silent room. The clock ticks down to his girlfriend's expected arrival, but he can't stop, can't slow the tide of his need. The pillow takes the brunt of his lust, the fabric absorbing his sweat and the evidence of his solo indulgence.