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The dance floor transforms into a writhing sea of limbs as the beat drops, and the masked man enters. The girls, already high on the energy of the crowd, are drawn to him like moths to a flame. They surround him, their hands exploring his body, tracing the lines of his muscles, and finally, reverently, unzipping his pants. As his cock springs free, a collective gasp echoes through the group, and they fall to their knees, eager to worship the monstrous, veined dick. The room is filled with the slurping sounds of their hungry mouths, the wet sounds of their hands working in tandem, and the moans of the man they've claimed as their own for the night.