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In the quiet of his room, a man loses himself in the rhythm of his own touch. He's no professional, just a verified amateur seeking solace in the simple pleasure of his own body. His hand glides along his hardening length, the friction sending waves of sensation coursing through him. His breathing deepens, becoming ragged as he picks up the pace, his body tensing in anticipation of the release he so desperately craves.