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The room is filled with the soft, rhythmic sounds of his breath and the rustling of fabric as he strips. His hands, strong and capable, trace the lines of his body, pausing to caress his thighs, his ass, before finally, tantalizingly, wrapping around his cock. He strokes himself slowly, his massive member growing harder, longer, the veins popping out in stark relief against his dark skin. His other hand reaches down, cupping his heavy balls, squeezing gently as he continues to tease himself, his hips beginning to move in a slow, sensual rhythm.