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In the dim light of his secluded space, he lets go, his golden nectar cascading down, painting the floor in a symphony of yellow. The scent fills the air, pungent and raw, a stark contrast to the sterile surroundings. His cock bobs, satisfied, as he watches the puddle grow, a testament to his release. It's a secret, indulgent moment, a personal rain that only he can command.