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Under the glow of city lights, a lonely figure retreats to his apartment, the weight of another day alone heavy on his shoulders. Stripping off his clothes, he stands before the window, the cityscape sprawling out before him. His hand wraps around his thick, uncut cock, a sense of relief washing over him as he begins to stroke. He's learned to embrace his solitude, finding pleasure in the quiet, rhythmic dance of his hand. His breath hitches as he imagines a pair of soft lips wrapping around his shaft, but tonight, it's just him and his own capable hands.