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In the quiet of his home, a man discovers the joy of his own touch. His calloused hands wrap around his hardening cock, a familiar yet exciting sensation. He pumps slowly, building a steady rhythm, his thoughts consumed by the memory of a lover's touch. His body tenses, thighs clenching as he spills forth, his groans echoing in the empty room, a testament to his self-induced ecstasy.