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In the heart of St. Louis, a lone figure stands, his massive cock throbbing with anticipation. He's all man, his body sculpted, his dick a thing of beauty. He's not here to impress, just to please himself, and us. He strokes his length, his hand barely able to wrap around his girth. His foreskin slides back and forth, revealing the sensitive head, glistening with pre-cum. He's a master of his own pleasure, his strokes steady, his rhythm perfect. The city noise fades away, replaced by the sound of his hand meeting his flesh, the wet sounds of his lust. He grunts, his body convulsing as he cums, his load covering his hand and dripping onto the ground.