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In the quiet of his room, a man finds solace in the rhythm of his own touch. His hand, a skilled companion, knows the curves of his body intimately. He strokes, his breath hitching as his cock hardens, veins pulsing with desire. The room fills with the scent of pre-cum, a heady perfume of his anticipation. His ass clenches, craving more, as he pumps furiously, his body tensing with each thrust. The first spurt of cum arches through the air, painting his abdomen with his release. He milks every drop, his body shuddering with satisfaction.