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In the locker room, Tyga, the Latin jock, stands tall and proud, his athletic body glistening with sweat. He looks around, ensuring he's alone, then slips his hand into his shorts, grasping his thick, uncut cock. He strokes it slowly, his eyes closed, imagining the feel of a tight, wet mouth around it. He picks up the pace, his hand moving faster, his breath coming in short gasps. He leans against the lockers, his body tensing as he cums, his load dripping down his hand and onto the floor. He catches his breath, a satisfied smile on his face, before cleaning up and leaving, his secret safe.