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A man, his body a temple to his lust, stands naked before the mirror. His gaze falls to his crotch, where his enormous cock hangs heavy and thick. He wraps his hand around it, feeling its power, its promise. He begins to move, his hand a piston, his cock a rod of iron. The room fills with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, his grunts of pleasure echoing off the walls. His body tenses, his abs clench, and with a final, powerful stroke, he explodes, his hot seed spilling over his hand, a testament to his solitary sin.