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In the dim light of his lonely room, he clutches the Fleshlight, a poor substitute for his ex's warmth. He strokes himself, his mind filled with images of their passionate encounters. His cock disappears into the toy, his hips moving in a familiar rhythm. He can almost feel her lips on his, her nails digging into his back. His breathing grows ragged, his body tensing as he nears the edge. With a final thrust, he comes, his body convulsing as he fills the Fleshlight with his seed. In the aftermath, he's left with only the ghost of their love and the sticky reminder of his desperate masturbation.