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With deliberate slowness, he grips his substantial length, feeling the weight of it in his hand. His eyes locked on the sight, he begins to stroke, the soft sounds of his pleasure echoing in the quiet room. Each pass reveals the head, glistening with his excitement, before disappearing again into his fist. His pace is steady, unrushed, as he takes his time, drawing out his enjoyment, his body tensing and relaxing in rhythm with his strokes.