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In the quiet of the clinic's restroom, a beefy, tattooed man seeks refuge. His monster cock, nestled in his jeans, aches for touch. He unzips, letting it spring free, already leaking pre-cum. He grasps it firmly, his calloused hand sliding up and down the veined length. His other hand reaches down, cupping his heavy balls, rolling them gently. The room fills with the scent of his musk as he picks up speed, his grunts echoing off the tiles. His abs clench, and with a guttural groan, he erupts, his thick, creamy cum coating the urinal, a visceral reminder of his powerful release.