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Under the cloak of midnight, a lone figure retreats to the bathroom, the only sound the soft hum of the nightlight. The air is thick with anticipation as he unzips, his hand wrapping around his throbbing member. The sensation is electric, his grip firm yet gentle, as he begins to stroke. The room fills with the rhythmic sound of flesh on flesh, his breath hitching as he picks up the pace. His body tenses, the pleasure building, as he chases his release in the quiet of the night.