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In the solitude of his room, a man, driven by primal urges, unzips his jeans, freeing his throbbing member. He grips it firmly, his hand moving in steady, practiced strokes. His breath hitches, eyes closed, lost in the sensation. The room fills with his grunts, the sound of flesh slapping flesh. Tension builds, his body taut, every muscle coiled. With a final, shuddering groan, he releases, his hot seed spilling onto the floor.