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Lost in his own world, this man finds solace in the rhythmic motion of his hand against his engorged cock. The room is filled with the sounds of his pleasure, his breath coming in short gasps as he nears the edge. His eyes flicker to his discarded skirt, a tantalizing reminder of his earlier adventures. He picks it up, the fabric soft and worn from use, and brings it to his lips, tasting the lingering scent of his arousal. With a final, powerful stroke, he finds his release, his body convulsing as he coats the skirt with his essence, a trophy of his solitary triumph.