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In the dimly lit room, a solitary figure stands, his hand wrapped around his thick, uncut BBC. His strokes are long and deliberate, each one causing his cock to throb and grow harder. He's lost in his own world, his eyes closed, his breath coming in short gasps. The sound of his hand meeting his flesh fills the room, the wet, sticky sound of his pre-cum lubricating his strokes. His cock, a dark, veined monster, stands proud and tall, ready for the release that's sure to come.