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With a rapturous groan, he begins again, his fist a blur as it pumps along his veiny shaft. The room fills with the wet sounds of his desperate masturbation, the scent of sweat and precum hanging heavy in the air. He arches his back, hips bucking as he nears the precipice once more. But with a gasp, he pulls back, denying his body the sweet release it craves. His flesh is flushed, his chest heaving as he resumes his torturous dance, edging ever closer to the brink, yet never quite tumbling over the edge.