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You hang on the frame, your cock as hard as a rock, and sweat running down your body. Half an hour of unbearable edging from the German guy has made you desperate to cum. But even though the guy got you very close many times, and the need for orgasm was great, he didn’t find your greatest weaknesses. You’re certain you could have stopped yourself from cumming even if the rubber fiend had continued to work on you. But it was still unbearable. James removed the hood and the gag before he left, and precum is dripping from your cock as the door opens again. This time it’s a skinhead who enters. He’s a big lad, late twenties, for a guess. No.1 crop, faded denim jacket over a ripped white tee shirt, skintight bleachers with holes in them, and oxblood DMs. “Hello,” he says, brightly. He looks along the shelves and picks up an object. “Do you like things in your arse?”
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