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In the solitude of his room, a man finds solace in the touch of his own hands. He strips down, his breath hitching as he wraps his fingers around his hardening cock. The scent of sweat and pre-cum fills the air as he strokes himself, his hips bucking in rhythm. His eyes flutter closed, lost in the sensation of his own touch, until he reaches the pinnacle, his body tensing as he spills his load.