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In the privacy of his car, a hung stud unzips, his mammoth cock springing free. He grips the thick shaft, veins bulging as he strokes. His other hand reaches down, cupping his heavy balls, feeling their weight. He builds a rhythm, his hips thrusting, the car's leather seat creaking under him. His breath hitches, chest heaving, as he nears the edge. With a final, desperate pump, he spills his load, the car filling with the scent of his essence.