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In the dim glow of his mobile screen, our anonymous sire indulges in a private dance with desire. His hand, a skilled choreographer, glides along his rigid shaft, coaxing out beads of anticipation. The soft slap of flesh against flesh punctuates the rhythm of his strokes, syncing with the moans echoing from his device. His breath hitches, body tensing as he nears the precipice, before finally succumbing to the sweet release only self-pleasure can provide.