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The room is charged with anticipation as the last of his clothing hits the floor. His hand wraps around the thick, black shaft, the contrast stark against his dark skin. He strokes, his grip firm, his pace steady, as if he's been doing this his entire life. His BBC, a thing of beauty and power, stands at attention, the tip glistening with pre-cum. He leans back, his eyes closed, his body writhing as he pleasures himself. His moans fill the room, each one more desperate than the last, his strokes becoming more frantic as he nears his climax. With a final, guttural groan, he comes, his body convulsing as he paints the room with his hot, sticky seed.