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In the dimly lit room, a towering figure sits, his massive frame dwarfing the simple chair. His hand, dark and powerful, rests on his thigh, mere inches from the monster of a cock that tents his pants. He's alone, but his mind is a whirlwind of fantasy, his body responding to the images in his head. His hand inches closer, brushing against his hardness, causing a shiver to run through him. He's hesitant, but the hunger in his eyes gives him away. He wants this, needs this. And so, his hand begins its slow, tantalizing journey down his length.