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In the wee hours, a lone figure emerges from his vehicle, stark naked, the rain a silvery curtain around him. The crisp night air nips at his bare flesh, his cock swaying with every determined step towards the distant restroom. The darkness and the rain, his only companions, as he embraces the raw, risky allure of his walk. The rain lashes at him, each drop a tiny, cold tongue licking at his skin, his senses heightened, his heart racing.