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In the dim light of his private quarters, the seasoned Centurion begins his evening ritual. His calloused hands, accustomed to the grip of a sword, now grasp his thick, veined cock. He works it slowly, his experienced touch drawing out his pleasure. His mind fills with lurid images of past victories, each one pushing him closer to the edge. With a final, powerful stroke, he erupts, his hot cum spilling onto his waiting tongue, a testament to his virility and appetite for pleasure.