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In the cramped, fluorescent-lit restroom of a bustling Tokyo izakaya, a lone customer, hidden behind a flimsy stall door, indulges in a secret pleasure. His pants pooled around his ankles, he sits on the cold toilet seat, his hand working feverishly on his stiff cock. The sounds of the lively bar outside contrast sharply with his quiet, intense focus. His other hand reaches down, cupping his heavy balls, rolling them gently as he imagines the soft, wet mouth of a woman he'd seen earlier. His pace quickens, his breath coming in short gasps, as he nears his climax.