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In the heart of a bustling city, a man finds a quiet corner, his hand discreetly moving beneath his jacket. His eyes closed, he imagines the touch of a lover, his mind's eye painting vivid images of pleasure. His strokes are slow, deliberate, building a rhythm that matches the pulse of the city around him. He's alone, but not lonely, his body responding to his own expert touch. His breath hitches, his grip tightens, and with a final, quiet gasp, he finds his release, his cum hidden from the world, his secret pleasure known only to him.