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The room fills with the scent of musk and anticipation as our hero, adorned with nothing but a smile, reveals his monstrous member. It's a sight to behold, a towering pillar of flesh that throbs with desire. He grips it, his hand struggling to encompass its girth, and begins a slow, steady rhythm. His breath hitches, and his body tenses as he nears the edge. With a final, powerful stroke, he sends a torrent of liquid gold cascading down, painting the floor with his essence.