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Unrestrained and alone, he indulges in his primal urge. He reclines, legs spread, his hand wrapped around his throbbing member. Each pump is a whispered promise to his body, a celebration of its needs. He's a sculptor molding clay, his touch transforming his flesh into a symphony of sensation. He's close, his body coiling like a spring, then he's there, a surge of ecstasy coursing through him, his essence spilling forth.