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The sun streams in, rousing our ebony stallion from his slumber. His boxers tented with his immense morning wood, he can't help but reach down and free his throbbing monster. He strokes slowly, feeling every vein and ridge, his foreskin sliding back and forth. His breath deepens, and his strokes quicken. His abs contract, and he lets out a guttural groan as he cums, his thick, creamy load filling his boxers and oozing out, creating a sticky mess on his thigh.