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Crouching in the cramped bathroom stall, he unzips his jeans, allowing his length to spring free, eager to be released from its cotton prison. His cock, already semi-hard, pulses and grows, lengthening and thickening, a veritable trouser snake unfurling. He grasps it, feeling the heat and the blood flow, the skin taut and velvety. With each stroke, it hardens further, the head engorged and glistening, a beacon of his lust, ready to burst forth from its den.