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In the dimly lit room, a lone figure stands, the anticipation palpable. He unzips, his cock springing free, already half-hard. The first few drops hit the floor, darkening the tiles. He closes his eyes, a smirk playing on his lips as the stream intensifies, the warm liquid cascading down his legs, pooling at his feet. The scent of urine fills the room, a primal, pungent reminder of his basest desires.