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In the dimly lit room, a lone figure sits, his mammoth cock already hard and engorged. He languidly runs his hand up and down his length, feeling every ridge and vein. He pulls back his foreskin, exposing his glistening, sensitive head. His strokes become faster, more urgent, his breathing ragged. He leans back, his body shuddering as he cums, his hot, thick load spilling out, painting his skin and dripping onto the floor. He milks every last drop, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.