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The room is filled with the soft, rhythmic sound of his hand against his flesh. He's taken his time, luxuriating in the slow build-up of pleasure. His cock is rock hard, throbbing in his hand, yet he's in no hurry. This is about the journey, not the destination. He's learned to appreciate the tenderness of his own touch, the way his fingers can bring him to the brink and back again. He's a master of his own pleasure, and today, he's savoring every stroke, every caress, every delicious, self-indulgent moment.