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Barely contained in the dimly lit bedroom, a man's hand wanders, seeking solace in the familiar. His eyes flutter closed, lost in the memory of his wife's curves, her breathy moans echoing in his mind. His grip tightens, stroking with feverish urgency, his body tensing as he nears the edge. A groan escapes him, raw and primal, as he finds release, his seed spilling forth in sticky rivulets.