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Finally, after years of longing, I had Finch's tight hole at my mercy. The anticipation was excruciating, but the moment I slipped my fingers inside, I knew it was worth every agonizing second. His body responded to my touch, his muscles tensing and relaxing as I explored his depths. The sight of his tattooed, hairy legs splayed out on the massage table, combined with the smell of oil, was intoxicating.