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After hours, a burly security guard, tired from his rounds, finds a quiet corner in the empty building. His hand wanders to his crotch, massaging his massive, black cock through his pants. He unzips, revealing his throbbing member, and begins to stroke, his precum glistening in the dim light. His other hand reaches down, cupping and squeezing his heavy balls, lost in the sensation. His strokes become faster, more urgent, as he approaches his climax, his grunts echoing through the deserted halls. With a final groan, he unleashes a torrent of cum, coating his hand and the floor, before wiping it clean and zipping up, resuming his duties with a satisfied smile.