The black stallion, uncut and proud, stands tall and untouched. The room is filled with the scent of his musk, his cock twitching slightly in anticipation. He's not hard yet, but the promise is there, hanging heavy in the air. His large, dark hand wraps around his shaft, stroking gently, feeling the soft skin over the hard core beneath. His other hand cups his heavy balls, rolling them gently, feeling their weight. He looks down, watching his cock grow, the head emerging from its foreskin, a bead of pre-cum forming at the tip. He's ready.