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In the quiet of his room, a man lost in thought finds solace in the familiar. His hand wraps around his hardening cock, a low moan escaping as he begins to stroke. The friction feels exquisite, his grip tight, his rhythm steady. His body responds, his hips bucking, his breath coming in ragged gasps. As he nears the edge, he picks up the pace, his hand a blur. With a final, guttural groan, he spills his load, his cock pulsing as he coats his hand and stomach with warm, sticky cum.