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In the dim glow of the dashboard, he begins, his hand a blur as it works his rigid shaft. The car fills with the scent of his pre-cum, the sound of his labored breathing echoing in the confined space. His body tenses, abs contracting as he nears the edge, then he erupts, rope after rope of hot cum coating his hand and the steering wheel, a satisfied groan escaping his lips as he catches his breath.