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As the clock ticks towards the witching hour, a young Adonis retreats to his private sanctuary, the dim moonlight casting a soft glow over his chiseled physique. His hand, large and strong from years of manual labor, wraps around his massive, uncut cock. He begins to stroke, long, slow pulls that send shivers down his spine. His breathing deepens, becoming ragged as he picks up the pace, his grip tightening. The room fills with the sound of his wet, desperate strokes, his balls slapping against his thigh as he races towards his climax.