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In a game of self-control, he slips into his white pants, the thin fabric clinging to every curve. He teases himself, running his hands over the see-through material, feeling his cock strain against the fabric. He's on the brink, his breath hitching, but he holds back, determined to make this moment last. The wet spot on his pants grows, a testament to his struggle, as he continues to touch himself, balancing on the precipice of ecstasy.