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In the privacy of his room, he seeks refuge from the world outside. With a hungry grasp, he takes hold of his throbbing member, needing no assistance to bring himself to the brink. His palm glides over the sensitive skin, feeling every ridge and contour as he builds momentum. His hips buck, meeting his fist with each downward stroke. His eyes flutter closed, lost in the sensation of his own touch. As his orgasm approaches, he tightens his grip, milking every last drop of pleasure from his body before collapsing, sated and spent.