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In the quiet solitude of his room, he begins his ritual. His hand, tender yet firm, grips his substantial, veined cock, moving in a smooth, hypnotic motion. Each stroke is deliberate, measured, a testament to his self-control. His eyes, half-lidded, watch as his hand works, his breath hitching in time with his movements. The room echoes with the sound of his pleasure, a symphony of soft moans and rhythmic strokes.