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In the quiet of his room, a man lost in thought, finds solace in his own touch. His fingers trace the length of his hardening cock, feeling the heat and pulsating need. He strokes with purpose, his grip firm, his rhythm steady. The room fills with the sound of his hand meeting flesh, his breathing growing ragged. With a final, intense stroke, he spills his seed, his body shuddering with release.