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Under the harsh, unblinking gaze of city lights, our protagonist becomes a living sculpture, his body a canvas of raw, primal lust. His bulge, a testament to his arousal, is a sight to behold. As he slowly unzips, his colossal, dark meat slaps against his abs, glistening with pre-cum. He grips it tightly, his forearm flexing with each stroke, his eyes promising a night of unbridled passion, a night where the streets echo with his carnal grunts and the wet, slapping sounds of flesh meeting flesh.