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The air is thick with desire as a hulking figure, cock straining against his briefs, finds solace in his own company. He freed his fat, pulsing cock, the veins throbbing with need. His rough, calloused hands grip the shaft, working it with practiced ease. He leans back, eyes closed, lost in the sensation of his hard flesh sliding against his palm. His grunts fill the room, primal and raw, as he chases his release. His body tenses, and with a final, guttural moan, he comes undone, his hot, sticky seed painting his torso.