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The room is a temple, and he, the high priest of pleasure, worshiping at the altar of his own desires. His colossal cock stands proud, a testament to his manhood, as he runs his hands up and down its length. He's a master of his craft, his technique honed by countless private performances. He teases, he tantalizes, he builds the tension, his body glistening with a sheen of sweat. It's a symphony of sensation, a visual feast for the senses, as he brings himself to the brink and back again, a dance with the devil in the pale moonlight.