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The creaking floorboards and distant hum of traffic are the only witnesses to this private moment of self-pleasure. He sprawls on the couch, his cock aching with need, and begins to touch himself. His hand moves with practiced ease, his thumb swirling around the sensitive head, gathering the bead of pre-cum that has formed. He moans, his hips bucking as he fucks his hand, his body craving more. He seems to be in a trance, his eyes glazed over, completely lost in his own world of desire.