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Alone and aching, a man retreats to the privacy of his room. His hand grazes his throbbing cock, a reflexive response to the vivid mental images of her. He strokes, his grip tight, his rhythm steady, lost in the fantasy of her touch. His breath hitches as he imagines her lips, her curves, her moans. His body tenses, his hand moves faster, until he spills his load, her name a whispered prayer on his lips.