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In a cramped, graffiti-covered bathroom, a British scally, his face flushed and sweaty, unzips his fly, his engorged, meaty cock springing free. He starts to stroke, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his moans echoing off the cold tiles. His foreskin slides back and forth over his sensitive head, his hand working his shaft with increasing urgency. His body tenses, and he lets out a guttural groan, his cum shooting out, painting the wall with thick, white ropes. But he's not finished; he keeps going, his cock still hard, until he cums again, his body wracked with pleasure, before zipping up and leaving, his secret safe.