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Alone in his space, he worships his ebony cock, the sole priest in this private temple of pleasure. He cups his heavy balls, feeling their weight, their fullness. His hand moves up and down his shaft, the friction sending electric pulses through him. He imagines a mouth, soft and wet, enveloping him, pushing him closer to the edge. His strokes become urgent, his grip tighter. A growl rumbles in his chest as he comes, his cock pulsing, painting his body with his warm seed.