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In the quiet of his room, a man named Myself finds solace in his own company. With a confident grip, he strokes his rigid cock, the smooth skin gliding against the hard length. His breath deepens, matching the rhythm of his hand, as he loses himself in the sensation. The room fills with the soft sounds of his pleasure, the scent of his precum a subtle hint of the ecstasy to come.