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Alone in his lair, he curls his fingers around his thick, veiny shaft, a smirk playing on his lips. He knows what's coming, and he's ready. With each stroke, his cock grows harder, longer, the head turning a deep, angry red. He imagines a thousand filthy scenarios, each one pushing him closer to the edge. His other hand wanders, pinching his nipples, cupping his balls, until he can't take it anymore. With a guttural groan, he lets go, his big nut painting his chest and stomach with thick, creamy stripes, a testament to his unbridled pleasure.