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The stud's boxers are no match for his throbbing monster. The cotton struggles to contain it, outlining every vein and pulse. He runs a finger along the length, feeling the heat, before pushing the boxers down. His cock stands proud, demanding attention. He jerks it furiously, his grip tight, his strokes fast. His breath hitches, and with a final, powerful stroke, he comes undone. The first shot is a geyser, painting his chest, followed by a flood that drips down his hand and onto the floor.