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In the sultry, dimly lit room, the man's massive, veined BBC throbs in his hand. He strokes it vigorously, his grip tight and steady. The air is filled with the sound of his palm slapping against his balls, the smell of musk and sweat. His breath hitches as he gets closer, his abs clenching. With a final, powerful stroke, he erupts, ribbons of cum shooting out, coating his hand and the floor. He grunts, satisfied, as he milks the last drops from his monster cock.