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He knows the power of anticipation, the tease of delayed gratification. With each slow, measured stroke, he feels the blood pulse through his engorged shaft. His grip tightens, his pace quickens, only to slow down again, keeping his orgasm at bay. The room is thick with the scent of his desire, a heady perfume that fuels his hunger. His body aches for release, but he's master of this dance, and he won't stop until he's ready to explode.