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As the clock strikes 2:09 PM, a tall, dark stranger enters the frame, his massive, uncut BBC tenting his sweatpants. He stands before a crisp, white towel, his eyes locked on the camera with a hunger that's almost palpable. With slow, deliberate movements, he pushes down his pants, revealing his thick, veiny cock. He strokes it expertly, his foreskin sliding back and forth over the sensitive head. The room is filled with the sounds of his wet, slapping hand and his ragged breaths. His body tenses, and with a guttural groan, he unleashes a torrent of cum onto the towel, his seed painting the pristine fabric in thick, white ropes.