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In the privacy of his room, he seeks release, his body aching for touch. He grinds his hips against the soft, yielding pillow, imagining it's something, someone, more. His fingers dance around his ass, tentatively at first, then with growing urgency. He's a man possessed, his body tensing, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. As he crosses the point of no return, he lets out a guttural moan, his body wracked with pleasure, his pillow and sheets bearing witness to his solo ecstasy.