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In the sterile, fluorescent light of the work bathroom, he finds his private moment. His hand wraps around his thick, uncut cock, black skin glistening with pre-cum. He strokes, long and slow, each movement a tease, a promise. His eyes flick to the mirror, watching his reflection, the hunger in his gaze. He quickens his pace, the sound of flesh hitting flesh filling the small room. His body stiffens, a low groan escapes as he paints the stall with his hot load, before quickly cleaning up, leaving no trace of his illicit pleasure.