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I know what you want, and I'm going to make you wait for it. My cock is rock hard, straining against my boxers, but I won't free it, not until you've begged for it. I stroke my length through the thin fabric, feeling the heat of my desire. My hand moves slowly, torturously, up and down, drawing out each agonizing second. I can see the hunger in your eyes, the need for me to give in, but I won't. Not until you've confessed just how badly you want it. So, tell me, how bad do you want to see me come undone?