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In the quiet of the night, a man's primal rhythm echoes through the room. His hand, slick with spit, glides up and down his substantial length, each stroke drawing out guttural moans. His body tenses, back arching, as he nears his peak. His grip tightens, speed increases, and with a final, loud grunt, he finds release, his cock pulsing as hot cum spills out, coating his flesh in sticky white strands.