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As the city lights blur past the window, so does his self-control. His grip tightens, speeding up, his cock swelling in his hand. The bus is packed, bodies pressed against each other, yet he's in his own private bubble of lust. The scent of sweat and arousal mingles, driving him closer to the edge. He bites his lip to stifle a moan, his eyes locked onto the reflection of his cock in the window, gliding in and out of his fist. The bus comes to a halt, passengers disembarking, but he's too far gone to stop now. With a final, desperate stroke, he comes undone, his load spilling out, a silent testament to his public display of self-love.