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In a private, dimly lit room, a black stud finds solace in his own company. His dark, veined monster stands at attention, yearning for touch. He obliges, wrapping a strong, calloused hand around it, feeling the pulse of life within. His strokes are slow, measured, drawing out the pleasure. The room fills with the sound of his hand meeting flesh, a symphony of desire. His body tenses as he nears the edge, his grip tightening, before he finally releases, painting his torso with ropes of hot, white cum.