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In the quiet of his room, he finds solace in his solitude, his hand already wrapped around his hard cock. 'Amy,' he whispers, his voice a raspy pant, 'I'm so fucking horny.' He strokes himself slowly, his eyes closed, imagining her touch. 'I wish you were here,' he groans, 'your hands on my cock, your mouth...' His breath quickens, his grip tightening, 'Fuck, Amy. I'm gonna come. Just thinking about you...' He gasps, his body tensing as he finds release, his cock pulsing in his hand.