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In a cramped, dimly lit room, a Frenchman awaits his wife, his heart pounding in his chest like a metronome keeping time with his eager strokes. His thick, veined cock stands at attention, a beacon of his pent-up desire. The room is filled with the sound of his hand meeting flesh, the slap echoing his impatience. He's a man on the edge, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his body tensing as he nears the precipice, yet he waits, his body yearning for his wife's touch, her warmth.