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In a dimly lit room, R.J., a man of quiet confidence, begins his slow, indulgent exploration. He's no millionaire in wealth, but in patience, he's a tycoon. Starting with a gentle caress, he unbuttons his shirt, revealing a chest seasoned with time. His hand, calloused from work, slides down to his belt, undoing it with a deliberate slowness that's almost maddening. He takes his time, teasing himself, before finally releasing his member. He strokes it slowly, relishing each sensation, his breathing deepening as he loses himself in the rhythm.