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The aching need for release consumes him as he sits alone, his hand wrapped around his considerable length. With each firm stroke, his breath hitches, his grip tightening. He knows the signs of his impending orgasm all too well, but he fights it, prolonging his torment. His British accent whispers filthy promises to himself, his voice rough with desire. The room fills with the sound of his pleasure, his body slick with sweat, as he battles against his own needs, only to succumb in a shuddering climax.