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The ebony-skinned god sprawls across the bed, a bottle of lotion clutched in his hand like a lover's gift. He begins to pour, the clear liquid cascading onto his strong, dark feet. His hands, large and powerful, begin to work the lotion into his skin, a slow, sensuous dance of self-care turning into something more. His touch becomes firmer, more insistent, his fingers exploring every contour, every line. He leans back, his eyes closed, his breath coming in short gasps as he imagines another's hands on his body. His fingers trace the soles of his feet, the arch, the heel, the toes, each touch sending a jolt of pleasure through him, his body responding, his cock hardening, tenting the thin sheets.