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In a dimly lit room, a lone figure kneels before the altar of flesh, hands trembling with anticipation. The object of worship, a massive, veined cock, stands rigid and ready. The hands, slick with lube, wrap around the shaft, feeling every ridge and vein. They begin to move, slowly at first, then building to a feverish pace. The cock swells, the balls tighten, and the hands, desperate to please, work tirelessly. A guttural groan signals the approaching storm. The hands, now coated in pre-cum, stroke faster, urging the cock to release its precious gift. With a final, shuddering spasm, the cock erupts, sending a thick, ropey stream of cum arcing through the air, baptizing the hands and painting the floor in a sticky, glistening masterpiece.