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In the quiet of the night, he finds solace in his own touch. His white cock, hard and ready, demands attention. He wraps his fist around it, his grip tight, his strokes steady. The room is filled with the sound of his pleasure, his breathing ragged, his heart pounding. His body arches, his back curves, and with a final, desperate stroke, he comes undone, his cock pulsing, his cum dripping onto the sheets below.