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In the quiet of his room, our protagonist, a man of few words and many desires, takes matters into his own hands. His calloused fingers wrap around his stiff cock, stroking it with a rhythm born of practice. The room fills with the sound of skin on skin, a primal symphony that drowns out the world outside. His breath catches as he nears the edge, his body tensing, before he finally lets go, painting his chest with his release.