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A lonely afternoon finds this hung stud alone with his thoughts and his massive uncut cock. He's been a bad boy, and now he's paying the price, locked in his room with nothing but his hand and his imagination. He strokes his meat, slow at first, then faster, his grip tightening as he feels the familiar pressure building. His cock grows harder, the skin stretching taut over his engorged head. He thinks about all the naughty things he's done, all the taboo pleasures he's tasted, and his body responds, his cock pulsing in his hand, his cum spilling out, coating his fingers, dripping down his shaft. He licks it off, savoring the taste of his own forbidden desire.