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The stern, chiseled face of the officer softens as he lowers his zipper, revealing the rigid, uncut cock that's been a secret behind his uniform. He wraps his strong hand around it, the other cupping his heavy balls. His strokes are steady, purposeful, his breathing syncing with the rhythm. The room fills with the slap of flesh on flesh, the officer's grunts of pleasure, and the sweet, musky aroma of his arousal. He leans back, his body tensing as he nears the edge, his cock pulsing as he paints his uniform with his hot, sticky cum.