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In the privacy of his dimly lit room, a man's hand wanders, seeking solace in the familiar. His pants hit the floor, and his cock springs free, already hard and eager. He spits into his palm, lubricating his length before starting a steady rhythm. His eyes flutter closed, lost in the sensation of his own touch. The room fills with the scent of sex and the sound of flesh meeting flesh. His body tenses, and with a guttural groan, he releases, his cock pulsing as it coats his abs with his seed.