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In the dim glow of the parking lot lights, Rod Swift's silhouette becomes more defined as he steps out of his car, the cool night air causing goosebumps on his skin. He leans against the vehicle, his hand slowly moving to his crotch, rubbing the growing bulge. He unbuttons his fly, his massive cock springing free, veins throbbing with desire. He strokes himself, his eyes scanning the empty lot, the thrill of the risk sending jolts of pleasure through him. His hand moves faster, his breathing heavier, until with a final gasp, he comes, his cock pulsing as he watches his load drip onto the pavement.