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In a dimly lit room, a lone figure stands, his body tensed, hands working feverishly. A monsoon of lust rages within him, threatening to burst forth. His cock, a towering, veined beast, responds to his touch, swelling further. He strokes, his grip tight, his pace relentless. The air grows thick with the scent of his arousal. His breath comes in ragged gasps, each one syncing with the rhythm of his hand. The head of his cock turns a dark, angry red, a bead of pre-cum forming, then disappearing, swallowed by his hungry palm. With a cry, he surrenders to the storm, his cock pulsing, spewing a flood of hot, creamy cum that paints his torso.