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The first light of dawn finds our dark Adonis in a state of arousal, his colossal member throbbing with need. He takes it in his hand, the girth impressive even to his own eyes. He begins to stroke, his touch gentle yet firm, feeling the blood pulse beneath his fingers. His other hand cups his heavy balls, rolling them in his palm as he picks up the pace, his body responding to the intimate touch.