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Alone with his thoughts and desires, he retreats to his private domain, the air thick with the scent of his own arousal. His cock, rock hard and aching, receives his undivided attention. He varies his pace, from slow, torturous teases to rapid, frenzied friction. His body convulses, his muscles taut as he nears the precipice, only to retreat, prolonging his agony. His skin glistens with sweat, his breath ragged, as he chases that coveted moment of ruined ecstasy.