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As the clock strikes one thirty, our night-shift worker can't hold it in any longer. He slips into the restroom, the dim lighting casting long shadows. The sound of his zipper echoes in the empty room as he pulls out his thick, heavy cock. A steady stream of golden piss flows, a testament to hours of hard work, the scent of his relief filling the small space.