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The old chair groans in sync with his movements, a symphony of friction and desire. His cock, a beefy, throbbing column, is slick with precum, glistening in the dim light. He slows his pace, teasing himself, the anticipation building like a storm. The chair's rhythm, his ragged breaths, and the wet sounds of his hand working his cock create a hypnotic dance, a solo performance of raw, unbridled pleasure.