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In a secluded, dimly lit room, a lonely figure stands, clad in tight jeans that accentuate every curve. The outline of a condom, stretched to its limits, hangs temptingly at his crotch. His belly is full, the bulge prominent and inviting. With a mischievous grin, he unzips, revealing the glistening, translucent barrier. The pressure builds, and with a final, exhilarating push, the condom expands, overflowing with warm, golden urine. It stretches taut, swaying gently, a sight of pure, taboo pleasure.