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Matt, a lonesome soul, finds himself in a state of perpetual horniness, with no prospects of relief. His only comfort comes from his hand and a collection of explicit images he keeps hidden. He locks himself in the bathroom, the only place he can indulge his carnal desires without fear of judgment. With a groan, he releases his throbbing member from his jeans, stroking it slowly, building a rhythm that matches his racing heart. His imagination runs wild, envisioning a parade of beautiful women, their bodies writhing in pleasure beneath his touch. He increases his pace, his breath coming in ragged gasps, until finally, with a grunt, he finds his release, his seed spilling onto the cool tile floor.