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The room is dim, the air heavy with anticipation. A man, alone and uninhibited, gives in to his primal urges. His hand, firm and steady, works his rigid shaft, the friction sending jolts of electricity through him. His moans, low and guttural, fill the space, a testament to his growing arousal. He quickens his pace, his body tensing, until finally, with a final, shuddering stroke, he finds his release, his essence spilling forth in warm, sticky ribbons.