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In the quiet of his space, 'Handmade' unveils his beast, a towering, throbbing column of flesh that defies belief. He grips it tightly, his hand struggling to encompass its girth. His strokes are slow, deliberate, each one drawing a guttural moan from his lips. His skin flushes, his heart races, and his balls tighten. He quickens his pace, his breath coming in ragged gasps. With a final, powerful surge, he erupts, his cum arcing high, coating his hand and dripping down his length, a glistening, sticky monument to his pleasure.