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A lone stud, uncut and uninhibited, grips his substantial length, his fist gliding swiftly up and down. His breath hitches as he mutters dirty nothings, lost in the rhythm of his own hand. The pace quickens, his grip tightens, and with a final, guttural groan, he spills his load, painting his abs with thick, white ropes.