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In the quiet of his room, a man finds solace in his own touch. He slowly unzips, revealing his throbbing member. His hand, a familiar companion, begins its rhythmic dance. The room fills with his soft grunts, the sound of skin against skin, and the occasional wet smack of spit lubricating his length. His body tenses, muscles flexing as he nears the edge, before finally releasing in a shuddering climax.