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In the dim, intimate setting, a lone figure stands, his colossal cock a testament to his manhood. He grips it firmly, his hand moving rhythmically, coaxing it to its climax. The room echoes with his ragged breaths, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, and the wet, sucking noise of his palm sliding up and down his engorged shaft. His body tenses, his abs clenching as he lets out a primal roar. The first spurt of cum shoots out, landing on the mirror with a wet plop, followed by a torrent of thick, creamy jizz that coats the glass, leaving rivulets of his pleasure to drip down the surface.