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The air in the sparsely furnished room is thick with anticipation and the musky scent of sex. An unseen force compels our protagonist to release his mammoth member from its cotton prison. It stands proud, a towering monument to carnal desire, throbbing with a life of its own. He runs a tentative finger along its length, feeling the heat that radiates from it. His grip tightens, his hand moving with a rhythm as old as time itself. His body responds, his heart pounding in his chest, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. His cock pulses in his hand, a warning of the impending storm. With a final, powerful squeeze, he comes undone, his cum arcing through the air like a fountain of liquid ecstasy, painting the room in its sticky, white embrace.