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The warmth of the fireplace does little to calm the storm brewing inside him. He's alone, but his imagination runs wild, picturing a lover's touch. His hand, slick with pre-cum, glides effortlessly up and down his lengthy shaft. The room fills with the sounds of his pleasure - the snapping of the fire, his ragged breaths, and his deep, guttural moans. His body tenses, and with a final, intense stroke, he spills his load onto the floor, leaving a sticky, glistening trail as he catches his breath, satiated.