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Cedric Dickery's workday may be over, but his endurance is just beginning. He sprawls on the bed, his big, veiny cock in hand, the room filled with the sound of his rhythmic stroking. He moans loudly, unabashed, as he edges, his body tensing and releasing in a dance of denial. His pace quickens, his moans growing louder, more insistent, as he teases himself towards the brink. But he holds back, his body glistening with sweat, as he prolongs his pleasure, the room echoing with his lusty grunts and the sound of his hand on flesh.