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Alone, he claims his flesh, his cock pulsing with need. He teases, he strokes, he pushes, but he doesn't allow the sweet surrender. The room echoes with his moans, a symphony of self-control. His body tenses, his breath hitches, but he pulls back, denying the inevitable, prolonging the exquisite torture of edging. It's a solo dance, a private performance, a man and his cock, bound in a intimate, endless rhythm.