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The heat of the sauna has left him relaxed, his foreskin loose and inviting. As he sits, his cock soft and content, he begins to piss, the stream arching out, a golden line cutting through the air. But the target is elusive, the bowl too small for his aim. The piss misses, spilling over the sides, a soft, warm trickle. He watches, amused, as the puddle grows, a testament to his relaxed, post-steam state.