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Under the dim glow of his bedside lamp, he strokes his massive, uncut shaft, the anticipation of his nightly ritual sending waves of pleasure through him. His dirty talk echoes in the empty room, "Just a little longer, good boy," as he edges himself, prolonging his pleasure. His coarse, tanned hands grip his thick cock, veins bulging, pre-cum beading at the tip. The scent of his musk fills the air as he brings himself to the brink, only to back off, teasing himself until he can't take it anymore. With a guttural groan, he explodes, his hot, sticky cum painting his abs, the sight and sensation pushing him over the edge into a blissful, solo release.