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The scent of disinfectant and the harsh fluorescent lighting do little to deter our exhibitionist from his mission. He props open the stall door, inviting the world in as he strokes his rigid cock, his moans bouncing off the stark white walls. The risk of discovery only serves to heighten his arousal, his body tensing as he nears the edge, his breath coming in quick, ragged gasps. He imagines the surprise on a colleague's face if they were to walk in, the thought pushing him over the edge as he spills his load onto the cold, hard floor.