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A man, alone and uninhibited, finds solace in his own touch. His fingers trace the length of his rigid dick, feeling every vein and ridge. The table beneath him serves as an anchor, grounding him in his pleasure. His strokes become more urgent, more desperate, until he can hold back no longer. With a guttural groan, he comes, painting the table with his hot, sticky seed, a testament to his solo passion.