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Hassan sat back in his cheap London apartment, the dim glow of his webcam illuminating his bare, muscular chest. His rough hands, calloused from long hours of labor, trailed down his thick abs, stopping at the massive bulge in his sweatpants.
The Arab gay alpha smirked, opening Grindr on his phone. White boys in London were easy. They craved a real Egyptian gay top, someone rough, dominant, with a huge Arab cock to put them in their place.
A notification popped up.
“Hi sir, I love Arab men. I worship huge cocks.”
Hassan chuckled, palming himself through the fabric. “You ever had a real Arab gay alpha?” he typed, sliding his hand inside, gripping his massive Egyptian cock.
The boy replied instantly. “No, sir, but I want to.”
Hassan smirked, lowering his webcam. He pulled out his thick length, letting it slap against his abs. The dim light caught the sheen of precum already forming at the tip.
“You’re gonna watch me, boy,” he muttered, gripping himself tightly. “And you’re gonna beg for it.”
His strokes were slow, teasing, his Arab gay dominance radiating through the screen. He imagined the white submissive, drooling, touching himself, desperate to serve.
“You like that?” he typed. The reply was almost instant. “Yes, sir. I need it.”
Hassan groaned, pumping faster. “Then get ready, because I don’t stop until my Arab gay cock is drained.”
With a deep growl, his body tensed, muscles flexing as he erupted, thick streams coating his abs. He smirked at the camera, watching the white boy’s desperate response.
Tonight, he’d turn that fantasy into reality
