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The room is filled with the scent of fresh laundry and the distant hum of a city that never sleeps. The British lad, his eyes gleaming with intent, unbuttons his jeans, letting his massive cock spring free. He wraps his hand around it, feeling its heat, its power. He begins to rub, slowly at first, then with increasing urgency. His cock grows slick with pre-cum, his hand moving faster, harder. He bites his lip, his body tensing as he feels the familiar build-up. With a final, forceful stroke, he comes undone, his cock pulsing as it releases a thick load of cum, painting his chest and hand in white, hot stripes. He takes a moment to catch his breath, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.