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Under the cloak of night, a lonely man retreats to his room, his heart pounding with unspent lust. Closing the door, he lets out a sigh, his gaze falling on his reflection in the mirror. His hand instinctively reaches for his crotch, feeling the growing bulge. He unzips his jeans, his thick, veiny cock springing free, already hard and eager. He strokes it slowly, his eyes locked with his reflection, his mind filled with fantasies that only fuel his desire. His hand moves faster, his grip tighter, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His body tenses, his cock throbbing in his hand as he reaches his peak, releasing his pent-up desire onto the floor.