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Post-workout, the beefy stud enters his boudoir, still drenched in a sheen of sweat. He peels off his damp tank, exposing a landscape of hard-earned muscle, then shoves down his shorts. His thick, heavy cock swings free, already half-mast. He wraps his fingers around it, pumping slowly as he checks out his reflection. His muscles tense, veins popping as he strokes, his dick growing harder by the second, until it's a rigid, veiny pole, ready for action.