Bedwetting and Edging
Under dim lights, a man's desperate need pulses as he edges with raw intensity, his breath ragged. Piss drips in slow, electric trails, mixing with sweat and shame. His fingers dig into the bed, eyes locked on the ceiling, lost in the chaos of his own release. A primal dance of desire, where every drop echoes the edge between control and surrender.
Under dim lights, a man's desperate need pulses as he edges with raw intensity, his breath ragged. Piss drips in slow, electric trails, mixing with sweat and shame. His fingers dig into the bed, eyes locked on the ceiling, lost in the chaos of his own release. A primal dance of desire, where every drop echoes the edge between control and surrender.
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