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Settling into a plush armchair, a lone man takes his time, exploring the length of his throbbing member. With a gentle touch, he strokes the velvet skin, feeling every ridge and vein. The room fills with the rhythmic sound of his slow, deliberate movements, punctuated by the wet, slick noise of his palm gliding along his slick, glistening shaft. His breath deepens, and his grip tightens as he teases himself, drawing out the pleasure, inch by agonizing inch.