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As the clock strikes midnight, a man retreats to his room, shedding his clothes in the dim light. The night air is cool against his skin, but his body burns with longing. He lies back, his eyes closed, imagining unseen hands exploring his body. His hand wraps around his stiff cock, stroking slowly, building a rhythm that matches the ticking of the clock. The night is his witness, the shadows his accomplices, as he indulges in his private, nocturnal bliss.