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In the quiet of his room, a hung stud, unencumbered by the presence of others, liberates his throbbing member from its cotton confines. He grips the veiny shaft, feeling its pulse against his palm. Reaching for his trusted pocket pussy, he teases the opening, already slick with anticipation. He slides in, a moan escaping his lips as the tight, textured silicone envelops him. His hips move in a rhythm as old as time, his fist pumping the toy up and down his length, the wet sounds of pleasure filling the room.