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As the clock strikes midnight, a beefy, uncut God emerges from the shadows, his massive, uncircumcised cock already at full mast. The night is his playground, the dark his canvas, and his body the masterpiece. He begins his nightly ritual, his large, calloused hands wrapping around his girth, sliding up and down with a rhythm that echoes the primal beats of the night. His breath hitches, his body tenses, and he delivers himself to the sweet release only he can provide.