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In the dimly lit room, a towering figure stands, his dark skin contrasting with the stark white walls. His cock, a beacon of ebony flesh, juts out, pulsating with desire. He grips it firmly, his hand pumping up and down, the friction sending waves of pleasure through him. His eyes are closed, lost in his own world, as spit dribbles down his chin, his grunts filling the room. His body tenses, his abs clenching as he reaches his peak, his cock pulsing as he coats his hand with his hot, sticky seed.