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A towering, uncut schlong demands attention, and its owner obliges, retreating to his private sanctuary. In the quiet of the night, he explores his engorged flesh, his hand gliding along his length, his thumb tracing the sensitive ridge of his helmet. His body trembles with anticipation as he inches closer to his climax, his breath hitching, his grip firm, until he spills his seed, his hot, sticky cum coating his fingers and dripping onto the floor.