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The car's interior is dimly lit, the only light the soft glow of passing streetlights. The man's hand moves with a practiced ease, his grip tight and steady. The blanket tented over his lap betrays the action beneath, the fabric rising and falling with each stroke. The scent of his arousal fills the small space, a heady mix of sweat and precum, as he brings himself closer and closer to release.