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A lonely, hung stud takes on the daunting challenge of edging for the third day, his massive cock throbbing with pent-up desire. He strokes his thick member, the veins pulsing with each touch, his body glistening with sweat as he battles the urge to explode. The room fills with his grunts and groans, the scent of sex heavy in the air. He teases himself, bringing himself to the brink, only to pull back, prolonging his torture. His eyes squeeze shut, his jaw clenches, as he fights to maintain control, his body shaking with the effort. The clock ticks down, each second a victory, each second a torment.