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With a flick of his wrist, he pulls down his hoodie, revealing his toned chest. His hand, hidden beneath the fabric, works diligently, his breathing growing heavier. The masked man's eyes are glued to the screen, his imagination running wild with the scenes unfolding before him. His strokes become more urgent, his body tensing as he nears the edge, finding his release in the privacy of his own space, the PMV serving as his catalyst for solo indulgence.