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Tattoos dancing across his skin, Mr. Cummins stands tall, his massive, veined cock throbbing with anticipation. He wraps his strong hand around the shaft, feeling every ridge and vein as he begins his nightly ritual. His strokes are firm, purposeful, driving him closer to the edge. The room fills with the scent of his musk, and the sound of his hand against his cock. With a final, aggressive stroke, he spills his load, his body shuddering with release.