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In the dimly lit, empty house, a lone man, unfulfilled and craving, seeks solace in his own hands. His eyes dart around, half-hoping, half-dreading an intrusion. He strokes his hardening cock, imagining unseen eyes on him, his breath hitching as he pictures a stranger's touch. His moans echo in the silence, his body tensing as he nears climax, his mind racing with who, or what, might be lurking just out of sight.