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With a sigh of relief, he settles into his favorite chair, his soft cock resting peacefully against his thigh. He takes a moment to admire it, running a finger along its length, feeling the smooth skin and the subtle pulse of life within. With a contented smile, he begins to stroke it, not with urgency, but with a slow, loving rhythm, as if savoring a fine wine, finding pleasure in the simplicity of this private moment.