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The room is filled with the scent of musk and the sound of wet flesh slapping against flesh. The Arab stud, a towering figure with a body carved by the desert sun, grips his colossal cock with both hands. His eyes roll back as he begins to fuck his fist, losing himself in the rhythm, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. Pre-cum drips from his slit, lubricating his strokes, as he edges closer to his explosive release.