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The room echoes with the sound of his heavy breathing and the wet, rhythmic slapping of his hand against his meat. His cock, a dark, intimidating presence, stands at attention, leaking copious amounts of precum. He's been at it for what feels like hours, his body aching with the need for release. Yet, he persists, his hand a blur as he races towards the edge, only to slow down, teasing himself with the sweet torture of delayed gratification.