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In the quiet of the night, he finds solace in the slow, steady rhythm of his hand. His fat cock throbs in response, pre-cum beading at the tip, as he strokes it with expert precision. The room is a dance of shadows, his body illuminated by the soft light, as he teases himself to the brink of orgasm, only to pull back, prolonging the sweet torture, all in the name of a good, long edge.