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In the dimly lit room, he strips, his body a canvas of ink and tension. His cock, a beast of its own, stands at attention, ready for its daily worship. He grips it tightly, pumping from base to tip, his balls tightening with each thrust. The room echoes with his ragged breaths, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, and the wet, lewd noises of his hand working his cock. Finally, with a roar, he comes undone, his cock pulsing as it paints his body with rope after rope of hot, sticky cum.