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Behind the anonymity of a crowded park, he releases, his piss drenching the cotton, darkening the pristine white to a dirty yellow. He fingers the wet fabric, feeling his cock twitch at the sensation. He strokes, his hand moving quickly, until he's grunting, his cock pulsing, cum mixing with the piss in his briefs. He walks away, leaving a trail of his scent and sin.