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In the quiet of his space, a man finds solace in his own company. He's alone with his thoughts, his desires, and his body. He takes his time, exploring every inch of his skin, every curve and line. His hand wraps around his cock, feeling the veins, the heat, the pulse. He closes his eyes, imagining a lover, a touch, a taste. He's in control, setting the pace, building the tension. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his body tensing as he nears the edge. He's chasing his own pleasure, his own release, his own high. It's just him, and he's more than enough.