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In the quiet of his room, an ebony god takes center stage, his massive, veined cock the star of the show. He begins with a gentle touch, fingers tracing the delicate, dark skin of his shaft, feeling it pulse with life. His hand wraps around his girth, thumb and forefinger barely meeting, as he starts to pump, slow and steady, building a rhythm that mirrors the beating of his heart. The room is filled with the symphony of his self-love, the sound of his hand meeting flesh, the wet slap of his heavy balls against his skin, the ragged breaths that escape his lips as he brings himself closer to the edge.