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"I need a whore," he snarls, his voice echoing in the empty room. His eyes, dark and intense, are locked on the camera, challenging, daring. His hands, rough and calloused, tug at his jeans, freeing his enormous cock. It's uncut, vein-ridden, and throbbing with need. He spits on it, his hand moving in long, aggressive strokes. He's not here for soft caresses; he's here to fuck, to dominate, to use. His balls, heavy and full, swing with each thrust of his hips. This is rough, unapologetic, and utterly explicit.