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In the quiet of his room, he lets his guard down, revealing the monster hidden beneath his clothes. He takes his time, running his hands over his smooth, tanned skin, tracing the lines of his muscular body, and finally, reaching the object of our desire. His cock springs free, long and thick, with a curve that promises pleasure. He teases it, rubbing it against his thigh, before grasping it firmly, his fingers barely meeting around its girth. He closes his eyes, lost in the sensation of his own touch, his body moving in rhythm with his strokes.