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In the dimly lit room, a seasoned man in a pair of worn boxers stands, his mammoth cock straining against the cotton. He starts slow, running a calloused hand up and down his length, the sound of skin on skin filling the silence. His moans grow louder, more insistent, as he picks up the pace. He's a man on a mission, his body tensing and releasing in rhythmic waves, his hand a blur as he chases his release. His grunts echo, primal and raw, as he finally finds his satisfaction, his cock pulsing and releasing.