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This exhausted fellow finds comfort in the soft, gentle caress of his own hand around his dick. His touch is tender, almost reverent, as he strokes his cock back to life. His pace is leisurely, a stark contrast to the usual hurried rhythm of solo play. He's in no rush, enjoying the simple pleasure of his own touch. His eyes flutter closed, lost in the sensation, as he continues his slow, steady rhythm, until his cock stiffens and he's ready for more.