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In the dimly lit room, a hunk with a body carved from marble grips his colossal cock, his meaty hand working it with practiced ease. His muscles flex and ripple with each stroke, the sight almost enough to make you come yourself. He's a machine, a jerking-off machine, his eyes locked on the prize as he chases his orgasm. The sounds of wet, sloppy masturbation fill the air, the scent of his sweat and pre-cum a heady aphrodisiac. As he nears the edge, his strokes become frantic, his grip tighter. Finally, he lets go, his cock erupting like a volcano, painting the room with his thick, creamy load.