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The room is filled with the rhythmic sound of flesh slapping against flesh as the Italian stallion, lost in his own world, pumps his meaty cock with fervor. His grip is firm, his strokes steady, each one sending electric shocks of pleasure coursing through his veins. He's a man on a mission, his eyes closed, his jaw clenched, his body arched in ecstasy. He's a symphony of lust, a solo performance of pure, unadulterated pleasure. His hand moves faster, his breath comes in short, sharp gasps, and then, with a guttural groan, he's there, his cock pulsing, his cum shooting out in thick ropes, coating his hand and dripping onto the carpet below. He leans back, panting, his body spent, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.