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In the dimly lit room, he stands, a solitary figure, his pants pooled at his ankles. His cock twitches, ready to release its load. He aims, the stream of piss hitting the floor, the scent filling the air. He's lost in his ritual, his hand working his cock, the sight of his urine spreading, a perverse aphrodisiac. He groans, his body tensing as he finally cums, his semen mixing with the puddle of his piss.