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In the quiet of his room, a man loses himself in the rhythm of his own touch. His hand glides over his hardening cock, each stroke sending waves of pleasure through him. He leans back, eyes closed, imagining the softness of a lover's touch, the wet warmth of a mouth. His breath comes in short gasps as he approaches the edge, his body tensing, then releasing in a flood of relief.