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The call to prayer echoes through the bustling streets, but this Arab man's mind is elsewhere. He finds a quiet corner, his heart pounding with anticipation. His cock, already hard, strains against his pants. He frees it, the cool air a stark contrast to the heat of his desire. He strokes it slowly, his mind filled with images of forbidden pleasures. His grip tightens, his breath hitches, and with a quiet groan, he comes, his cum dripping onto the cobblestone path, a secret testament to his lust.