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Tonight, he's insatiable, a raging stallion bound by four walls. His cock stands at attention, straining against his jeans, begging for release. He unbuttons his fly, letting his monster spring free, already glistening with anticipation. He wraps his hand around it, a tight, slick fist, and begins to pump, his grip firm, his pace relentless. His other hand wanders, tweaking a nipple, tracing the ridges of his abs, before moving lower, cupping his heavy balls, rolling them in his palm. He's a symphony of sensation, a one-man show, playing his body like a well-loved instrument, until he reaches the crescendo, his cock pulsing, his body shuddering, as he paints his hand and clothes with his hot, sticky seed.