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The cafe's tattooed, blonde barista, a secret otter with a monstrous cock, finds solace in his work's rhythm, but it's useless against his persistent arousal. His customers' covert glances only exacerbate his predicament. In the kitchen, he leans against the counter, his heavy breathing syncing with his strokes. He teases his engorged head, the tension in his body building, yet he holds back, denying himself the sweet release he craves, his facial expressions a mix of ecstasy and torment.