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A thick, uncut cock springs to life in the confines of a motel room, eager for attention. The lone occupant, unencumbered by company, takes his time, running his hand along the length, feeling the heat and the pulse. He grips it tightly, working it with skillful precision, his knuckles turning white with effort. His breath hitches, his body arches, and with a guttural groan, he paints the room with his hot, sticky load.