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In the quiet of the night, a massive cock stirs to life, its owner hidden in the shadows. The room is filled with the scent of his musk, a primal aroma that drives him on. He grips his shaft, the veins pulsing with life, as he begins to stroke. His breath comes in ragged gasps, each one echoing in the silent room. His body tenses, his grip tightening, as he brings himself closer and closer to the edge, the pleasure building with each passing second.