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Barely contained in his boxers, his cock throbs with need. He pushes the fabric down, freeing himself, and wraps his fingers around his shaft. The room fills with the sound of his hand moving over his length, a steady beat that mirrors his racing heart. He imagines her touch, her taste, as he brings himself closer and closer to release. The game of edging keeps him on the precipice, his body aching for release, yet he denies himself, prolonging the exquisite torment. The anticipation of her return is almost too much to bear, his body tensing, his breath coming in short gasps, as he teeters on the edge of ecstasy.