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Unsheathing his ebony beast, he grips the swollen flesh, feeling the pulse of life within. The room dark, save for the soft glow of the moon, he strokes with purpose, his calloused palm gliding along the veined length. His mind races, conjuring images of luscious lips wrapped around his bulbous head, of tight, wet heat enveloping him completely. With a final, shuddering stroke, he finds his release, his cock throbbing as it paints his chest with ropes of creamy white.