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Craving relief, he seizes his engorged, fat dick, the ridge of his helmet already glistening with pre-cum. His hand grips tightly, pumping with abandon, his breath ragged and hot. The room echoes with the sound of skin slapping skin, the scent of musk filling the air. His body tenses, his abs clench, and with a final, shuddering groan, he explodes, thick ropes of cum shooting forth, painting his torso and the surrounding area in his sticky, white release.