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In the throes of horny solitude, a man's primal need takes over. He wishes for a voyeuristic gaze, craving the thrill of being watched as he pleasures himself. His hand, a mere substitute, works feverishly, tracing the length of his rigid shaft, building pressure, until he explodes, imagining the fantasy eyes that aren't there, leaving him panting and unsatisfied.