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He took a deep breath as he slowly inched his way towards the edge of the bed, letting out a soft moan. His eyes were closed tight, and sweat glistened on his muscular body. He started to stroke himself lazily, watching his hand move up and down his stiff member.
His breathing became heavier with each passing moment; he knew what he wanted. With one swift motion, he flipped onto his stomach, grabbing a pillow to bite down on. This guy was all about control, but in this instance, he needed to relinquish it completely.
He felt the warm rush of pre-cum as it leaked from his tip, trailing down the crevice between his ass and thigh. He wanted more; he craved that raw sensation that only edging could provide. With one hand still firmly grasping his cock, he used the other to spread his cheeks wide apart.
His moans turned into stifled cries as he pushed against the mattress beneath him. His body quivered with anticipation and pleasure. This guy was addicted to the edge; it was a part of who he was, and he knew that nothing could ever change that.
As his orgasm approached, he felt a sense of urgency wash over him. He needed to cum; it was inevitable. And as he did, he would invite you to watch him live perform again, joining the 732 users now streaming this amazing show.
