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Alone in his room, he can't help but reminisce about the days when he had that phat dick to play with. He remembers the moans, the curves, the way his BBC filled them up. His hands roam over his body, tweaking his nipples, and then he grips his cock, stroking it slowly. He's edging, pushing himself close to the brink, but pulling back, just as he used to do with his partners. His nipple play becomes more intense, his strokes faster, but he's in control, savoring the memories, and the anticipation of what could be.