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He's a man on a mission, his goal: to paint the room with his essence. His cock, a monster, bobs and weaves as he works it, his hand a blur. The air grows thick with the perfume of his arousal, a heady mix that fuels his desire. His grunts grow louder, more primal, as he approaches the edge. With a final, guttural groan, he tips over, his cock pulsing as it pumps out a torrent of cum, splattering the walls, the floor, his body, a chaotic, beautiful mess.