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In the dimly lit garage, a lone man seeks solace in his own hands. His big, white cock throbs with anticipation as he strokes it slowly, the cool air contrasting with his burning desire. The scent of oil and exhaust mingles with his musk, creating an intoxicating aroma. He takes a drag of his cigarette, the cherry glowing like a tiny eye watching his forbidden act. His breath hitches as he picks up the pace, his hand a blur as it works his engorged flesh. The sound of his hand meeting his cock fills the garage, a symphony of his sinful pleasure. With a guttural groan, he finds his release, his hot cum painting the concrete floor.