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The room is filled with the sound of his hand slapping against his meat, the wet smack echoing as his palm slicks up and down. His cock pulses, veins bulging, as he nears the edge. His grip tightens, twisting at the base before sliding up to his sensitive head. He lets out a guttural groan, his body tense as he unleashes a torrent of cum, rope after rope painting his torso. He leans back, spent, taking a long drag of his cigarette, his massive cock still twitching.