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In the quiet of his room, he takes his time, appreciating every inch of his BBC. His fist grips his shaft, moving in long, slow strokes. The tension builds, his muscles flexing, his breath coming in short gasps. He feels the familiar tingle at the base of his spine, his balls tightening. With a final, forceful pump, he grunts, his cock pulsing as it shoots stream after stream of hot, white cum, coating his chest and hand in its sticky, pearlescent glaze.