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In the quiet of my room, I'm his private show. I follow his silent commands, letting him direct my hand, my rhythm. I'm hard as steel, my balls heavy with need. I can almost feel his gaze, intense and hungry, urging me on. My strokes become faster, more urgent, until I'm spilling over, his name on my lips, my body shuddering with release.