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As the clock strikes midnight, an Arab man, craving a secret touch, retreats to his bedroom. Under the covers, he frees his massive, veined cock, the cool air contrasting with its heat. He begins to play, his large hand wrapping around his shaft, feeling every vein, every ridge. His strokes grow bolder, more insistent, his breath hitching as he imagines another's touch. His cock leaks, his hand gliding effortlessly, the sound of his pleasure filling the room. He can't hold back, his body stiffening as he spills his load, his cock throbbing with each release, his hand sticky with his essence.