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Molly's absence has left me restless, my cock aching for release. I retreat to our room, the dim lighting casting a soft glow on my naked body. I prop up my phone, pulling up a saved video of Molly, her curves, her moans pushing me closer to the edge. I stroke myself, my breath hitching as I imagine her hands on me. The tension builds, my cock pulsing in my hand until I can't hold back any longer. With a groan, I come undone, my release coating my hand and stomach, a testament to my private, desperate moment.