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Trapped in the confines of their room, our lonely masturbator is a prisoner to their own arousal. The bed, once a sanctuary, now feels like a torture device, their body pressing against the sheets, seeking friction. They tentatively reach down, wrapping their fingers around their hard cock, a shiver running through them at the first touch. Their movements become more insistent, their breath coming in ragged gasps as they chase the high, their body arching off the bed as they teeter on the precipice, only to be denied the satisfaction they so desperately crave.