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Facing the wall, he lets go, feeling the relief as his bladder empties. The warm piss trickles down his thighs, his cock semi-hard at the sensation. He reaches down, guiding the stream, painting the wall with his golden liquid. The room echoes with the sound of his piss hitting the tiles, the scent of urine heavy in the air. He turns, looking at the mess he's made, a sense of satisfaction washing over him as he continues to stroke his cock, ready for the next stage of his solo pleasure.