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As the moon casts its silvery gaze through the window, a man begins his nightly devotion. His hand, strong and sure, grips his massive, veiny cock, guiding it in long, languid strokes. The room is filled with the symphony of his pleasure, his grunts and groans a testament to his growing need. His body tenses, every muscle taut as he approaches the edge. With a final, powerful stroke, he plunges over, his cock pulsing as he paints his abdomen with his hot, sticky seed.