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In a secluded corner of the bustling Indian market, an ebony god stands before an open toilet door, his bare cock in hand. He releases, the warm liquid cascading down, a stark contrast to the cool, tiled floor. The sounds of the market outside echo, a symphony to his private concert. Just as he finishes, a curious glance over his shoulder reveals a pair of eyes watching from the crack in the neighboring stall. Caught, he smirks, tucking himself away, leaving the scene of his lewd act.