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The man, dressed in grey joggers, paces around his room, his colossal cock painfully trapped within the tight fabric. He stops, his hands instinctively going to his crotch, rubbing the immense bulge. The friction is exquisite, but not enough. He unzips his joggers, allowing his mammoth cock to spring free. It throbs, veiny and dark, in his hand. He spits on his palm and grips his cock, his massive fist struggling to encompass it. He strokes, his breath hitching, his body tensing as he races towards an explosive release.