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A muscular black man stands alone in his dimly lit room, the air thick with anticipation. He starts slow, running his hands over his chiseled body, feeling the heat rise. His hand trails down to his hardening cock, a bead of pre-cum already forming at the tip. He strokes it, his grip firm, his movements steady. His breath hitches as he picks up the pace, his cock throbbing in his hand. The room fills with the sound of his hand meeting flesh, the smell of his musk. He lets out a low groan, his body tensing as he feels the familiar rush. Hot cum spills over his hand, dripping down to the floor.