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Our mysterious king takes his throne, a plush chair, in a dimly lit room adorned with decadent drapes. He's alone, but the air is thick with anticipation. His hand begins to stroke his massive, veiny cock, the only sound his deep, guttural moans echoing off the walls. His body tenses, every muscle taut as he brings himself to the brink, his cock throbbing and pulsing with need. But he holds back, teasing himself, drawing out the pleasure. His hand speeds up, his moans growing louder, more insistent. Finally, with a roar, he comes, his hot cum erupting from his cock, coating his hand and the chair beneath him.