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In the dim light of the CR, a man's thoughts turn to the forbidden. His hand finds its way into his pants, wrapping around his stiffening member. The cold tile and the echo of distant voices heighten his senses as he begins to pleasure himself. His strokes are slow and deliberate, each one sending shivers down his spine. The tension builds, his grip tightening as he picks up the pace. Finally, with a low moan, he finds his release, his hot cum painting the wall of the stall.