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A voyeuristic master at work, I stand over you, my hand moving slowly up and down your throbbing cock. You ache for release, but I smile and walk away, leaving you hard and desperate. I return, my hand picking up speed, your breathing heavier. Just as you're about to explode, I stop, leaving you on the edge, gasping for more. I repeat this torment, my handjob skills pushing you to the brink time and time again, only to deny you that final, blissful moment.