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With a desperate look in his eyes, he hurriedly unzips, his pants already taut against his pulsating need. The first stream hits the fabric, soaking it instantly. The warmth spreads, a stark contrast to the cool air of the room. He leans back, eyes closed, as the relief washes over him, his body shuddering with each release. The scent of urine fills the air, a pungent reminder of his taboo act, but he can't stop now. Not until the very last drop.