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Beneath the silver gaze of a full moon, a man succumbs to his omorashi desires. He selects a pair of shorts, the fabric light and breathable, perfect for his nocturnal ritual. He wanders into the night, the cool air contrasting with the heat building in his loins. His pace quickens as he struggles to contain the urge, his cock throbbing with excitement. Finally, he yields, feeling the first warm trickle escape, soaking his shorts and drenching his legs. He gasps, the sensation exquisite, as he continues to walk, the moon his silent witness, his pants his testament to his forbidden pleasure.