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The same train, the same torment. This time, the Euro bear's handjob is more urgent, his grip tighter. His breathing ragged, he's a vision of desperate need. Precum drips freely now, soaking his hand, the scent of sex thick in the air. He's begging, pleading, but for what? To cum? To stop? The line between pleasure and pain blurs as he edges closer to the brink, only to pull back, denying himself the sweet relief he craves.