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In the quiet of his room, our protagonist explores the tactile delight of his robust endowment. His firm grip, well-practiced, expertly strokes the length, from the bulbous tip to the root, as he leans back, eyes closed, lost in the sensation. The room fills with the symphony of his pleasure, the slick sound of skin on skin, and his ragged breaths.