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The soft, warm light of the Greek sun-kissed the marble floor as Apollo, the god of light, found himself in a state of divine desire. His hand, like the touch of his beloved Eos, wrapped around his massive, uncut cock, the foreskin sliding back to reveal the sensitive, purple head. Apollo's breath hitched as he began to stroke his length, his thumb grazing the slit, collecting a bead of salty, sweet precum. His eyes locked on the sight of his hand working his engorged flesh, Apollo's body tensed, and with a guttural groan, he released a torrent of milky seed, his godly essence spilling forth, coating his hand and the marble floor, a testament to his divine pleasure.