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Under the cloak of late-night solitude, our anonymous Ebony stud retreats to his dimly lit room, the air thick with anticipation. His hand slides down his torso, pausing at the waistband of his boxers before slipping inside to grip his hardening length. The room fills with the sound of his steady stroking, his breath quickening as he loses himself in the rhythm. His solo dance intensifies, his grip tightening, until with a final, shuddering gasp, he paints his abs with his hot, sticky release.