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The room is silent, the man unseen, his presence only hinted at by the rhythmic sound of his hand moving up and down his giant cock. He's alone with his thoughts, or lack thereof, his body driven by primal instinct. His big dick pulses in his hand, pre-cum beading at the tip, as he brings himself to the brink of ecstasy, only to pull back, teasing himself, drawing out the pleasure. The room is filled with the scent of his sweat, the sound of his desire, as he dances on the edge of release, a solo symphony of lust.