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Lost in thought, a man retreats to his personal space, the door clicking shut behind him. His clothes join the scattered remnants of his day, and he stands, naked and vulnerable, save for the thin, protective layer of latex he rolls onto his stiffening cock. The room fills with the sound of his hand meeting flesh, the slick, wet noises of his pleasure echoing off the walls. His body tenses, his grip tightening as he races towards his release, the tension building, the pleasure overwhelming.