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In the seclusion of his dimly lit lair, our protagonist succumbs to the primal urge, unbuckling his belt and lowering his pants to reveal a monster of a cock, rigid and ready. He grips it firmly, his hand barely able to wrap around its girth, and begins to rub, his eyes locked onto the sight of his length disappearing into his fist. The room fills with the sound of his slick strokes, his heavy breathing, and the occasional slap of his balls against his hand. His body tenses, and with a guttural groan, he pulls out a torrent of hot, white cum, painting his chest and the floor with his release.