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In the quiet of his room, a man finds solace in his own touch. His fingers trace the length of his shaft, feeling the pulse of his desire. He grips it firmly, his movements gaining speed, his groans filling the room. His body tenses, his breath hitches, and with a final stroke, he comes undone, his hot seed spilling over his hand, a satisfied sigh escaping his lips.