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In the dimly lit, cluttered room, a lone man stands, legs spread, his massive cock jutting out, already hard and leaking. He wraps his beefy hand around the base, giving it a slow squeeze before starting a steady rhythm. His strokes are long and firm, his grip tight, his wrist twisting slightly with each upward pull. His breathing grows ragged, his grunts filling the silence. He drops his other hand to his balls, rolling them gently, his pace quickening. His cockhead turns a dark, angry purple, veins throbbing as he nears his peak. With a final, powerful tug, he throws his head back, his body convulsing as he coats his hand and stomach with his hot, sticky seed.