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As the first light breaks, a lone figure, unidentifiable yet familiar, steps into the bathroom. The morning chill prickles his skin, but his focus is elsewhere. His gaze falls upon his massive, uncut black cock, already stirring with anticipation. He lathers his hands with soap, the suds cascading down his length as he begins a slow, methodical stroke. His grip tightens, his rhythm intensifies, the sound of his palm meeting his flesh echoing in the quiet room. He leans back, his head resting against the cold tile, lost in the sensation of his own touch, his own pleasure.