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The crisp morning air does little to hide the heat emanating from the Black god's crotch as he sits, his uncut monster tenting his shorts. With a casual glance around, he begins to stroke his length through the fabric, his eyes fluttering closed as he lets out a low groan, the first rays of sunlight caressing his dark, bulbous tip.