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In the quiet of his room, a man, tired of the solitude, turns to his own body for comfort. His big dick, hard and aching, demands attention. He grips it tightly, his thumb rubbing the precum-dripping tip. He pictures a world outside, a world filled with touch and warmth, as he pumps his cock, the sound of his hand moving against his skin echoing in the silence. His body tenses, his breath hitches, and he comes, his seed spilling over his hand, a small release in the endless sea of his loneliness.