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A hung, anonymous stud locks himself away, his mind consumed by visions of Asa Akira. His monster cock throbs, tenting his shorts, as he strokes its length, his balls tightening with lust. He strips, revealing inch after inch of thick, veiny flesh, his breath ragged with desire. His hand moves faster, his grunts echoing in the room, until he can't hold back. With a roar, he releases, his huge load arcing through the air, painting his abs with sticky, pearly evidence of his fantasy-fueled passion.