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A lonely man, his cock aching for touch, retreats to his room. He closes the door, the click echoing his isolation. His hands, rough and eager, unzip his jeans, freeing his hard, veiny cock. He strokes it, his grip tight, his pace steady. The room is filled with the scent of his pre-cum, the sound of his heavy breathing. His body tenses as he nears the edge, his cock pulsing as he spills his load, his cum dripping onto the floor.