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Under the cloak of night, he steps into the empty park, the cool air caressing his skin. His heart races as he unzips, his cock springing free, eager for release. He leans back on the bench, eyes closed, as he gives in to his desire. His hand works his shaft, fingers tracing the veins, feeling the pulse of his need. He moans softly, the sound swallowed by the night, as his orgasm rips through him, his hot cum painting the bench, a testament to his forbidden pleasure.