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The familiar scent of ammonia fills the air as he settles onto the cold, hard seat, his pulse quickening. His cock, already semi-erect, twitches as he wraps a firm hand around it, giving it a slow, deliberate stroke. He closes his eyes, imagining the sensation of his hot, thick piss hitting the porcelain, and with a grunt, he lets go. The force of his release sends a shiver down his spine, his body tensing as he continues to empty himself, the sound of his piss splashing into the bowl music to his ears.