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In a seedy, neon-lit alley, a beefy, older man, his belly hanging over his pants, follows orders from a disembodied voice. "Wank," the voice commands, and he obeys, his pudgy hand working his semi-hard cock. "Faster," the voice growls, and he speeds up, his face a mask of concentration. "Now, cum on those high heels," the voice orders, pointing to a pair of discarded, scuffed high heels lying nearby. He grunts, his body convulsing as he releases his load onto the heels, the cum glistening in the harsh alley light.