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The room is pitch black, the only light the faint flicker of a distant streetlamp casting long, dancing shadows. A hulking figure stands in the darkness, his broad chest heaving with anticipation. He's a stranger to the night, his cock a throbbing, rigid bar of steel. He grips it tightly, his hand a blur as he strokes his length with feverish intensity. The sound of his flesh slapping against flesh echoes in the silence, a primal symphony of desire. He's a dark god, worshipping at the altar of his own pleasure, his body tensing as he races towards his climax.