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Our lonesome Lothario, oiled up and ready, begins his 30-minute masturbatory dance. He's a feast for the eyes, his dark skin glistening like a midnight rain, his massive, uncut cock standing at attention. He strokes himself slowly, methodically, each pass of his oiled hand drawing a low, guttural moan from his lips. The room fills with the sound of his wet, slippery strokes, the scent of oil and sweat mingling in the air. He leans back, his body tensing as he nears the edge, his cock throbbing, the head engorged and ready to explode. But he holds back, drawing out the pleasure, his body quivering with the effort, until finally, with a low growl, he lets go, his cock pulsing as it releases, his body shuddering with the force of his climax.