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In the quiet of his room, a rugged, muscular man takes center stage, his eyes locked on the massive, throbbing cock tenting his shorts. With a growl, he frees the beast, letting it spring to life. He runs his calloused hands up and down the veined shaft, caressing every inch with reverence. Precum beads at the tip, a testament to his arousal. He pumps his fist, slow at first, then faster, his breath hitching as he works himself into a frenzy. The room fills with the sound of skin slapping against skin, the scent of musk hanging heavy in the air.