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The man, alone in his private chamber, finds solace in his taboo. He unbuttons his pants, the cool air brushing against his now freed, semi-hard cock. He takes a deep breath, and as he exhales, the first trickles of urine escape, painting the vase a shade darker. He strokes his length, his eyes locked onto the growing puddle, the scent of his sin filling the room. His pace quickens, his moans echoing as he releases the final drops, his body trembling with the thrill of his secret indulgence.