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In the steamy, dimly lit locker room, the air thick with the scent of sweat and soap, Chris Redfield towels off, his powerful muscles glistening. He's not alone; a horny, anonymous jock eyes Chris's massive, semi-hard cock, already eager for action. The room echoes with the sound of dripping water and the faint hum of the dryer as the jock, driven by lust, drops to his knees, taking Chris's cock deep into his hungry, eager mouth.