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In the quiet solitude of his room, a man finds solace in his own hands. The soft rustle of his clothing as he undresses, the warmth of his skin, the scent of his own musk fill his senses. He strokes his hardening cock, feeling the veins pulse with desire. His breathing deepens, his grip tightens, and with a final, shuddering gasp, he paints his chest with his hot, sticky cum.