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In the quiet of the night, a lone ebony man finds solace in his solitude, his hand instinctively reaching for his growing bulge. He strips off his clothes, revealing his toned physique, and takes a seat, his cock now hard and ready. With a steady rhythm, he begins to stroke, his grip tight, his breathing deepening. The room fills with the sound of his hand meeting his flesh, the slapping echoing his desire. He leans back, eyes closed, imagining the touch of another, his strokes becoming more urgent. His body tenses, his abs clench, and with a final, hard pull, he comes, his cumshot painting the room with his desire.