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In the quiet of his home, a man seeks solace in the familiar rhythm of his own hand. With no one to witness his private dance, he bares himself, his cock standing at attention. Each stroke is a whispered secret, building pressure within him. His hips buck, body coiling like a spring as he races towards climax, his low groan echoing in the empty room as he spills over, spent and satisfied.