In a dimly lit room, our lonely protagonist sat on the edge of his bed, completely surrounded by an air of melancholy.He had been so desperate for human connection that he sought solace in his own touch, turning to his erect penis as his only company for the night.As he ran his skilled hand up and down his shaft, imagining the ideal woman he had longed to have beside him - curves hugging her body, lips plump and moist with desire - the reality of their intimate connection unfolded before his eyes in an elaborate dance of passion.His fingers wrapped around his throbbing dick with an intensity that matched the heat pulsing through his veins as he fantasized about her.Every stroke sent a wave of pleasure through him, every touch drawing him closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy.The tension between his mind and body built until it culminated in the moment he could no longer deny his longing, allowing himself to succumb wholly and completely to the temptation.His cock swelled with need as a surge of lust took control, demanding release, and with each stroke of his hand, every ounce of his imagination fueled his desire for something more, for someone more, than what he could ever hope to touch alone.The hot spurts of sperm coating his hand in thick strands, his body shook from the intensity of the climax he had finally achieved.Alone yet again, sinking back into his loneliness, his thoughts lingered on that elusive woman, her touch etched forever within his mind's eye.And yet, for one more moment, he allowed himself to wallow in the remnants of satisfaction left by their brief, intimate encounter.His heart aching with longing, the lonely man was once again lost in the realm of masturbatory bliss.
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