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The ticking clock echoes through the silent room, but all he can hear is the pounding of his heart. He's alone with his thoughts and his monster cock, aching for release. He tentatively reaches under the blankets, his fingers brushing against the sensitive skin. He grips his huge dick, feeling the pulse of life within. His strokes are slow, deliberate, each one sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. He's close, so close. His grip tightens, his strokes quicken, and with a final, guttural groan, he comes undone, his massive load erupting forth, painting his chest with evidence of his late-night indulgence.