Driving through the city, he can't shake the feeling of his hard cock tenting his pants. He pulls over, the car idling as he unzips, revealing his impressive length. He starts slow, teasing himself, his hand gliding up and down his shaft. The risk of being caught only heightens his pleasure. He picks up the pace, his grip tightening, his breathing growing ragged. He imagines the eyes on him, the judgment, the thrill of the taboo. With a final, powerful stroke, he comes, his load filling the car with the scent of his desire, leaving him sated but yearning for more.