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In the dimly-lit stairwell, a lithe, anonymous figure stands, cock throbbing with anticipation. He's here for one reason: to release. His hand wraps around his hard shaft, stroking slowly, building rhythm. The cool air of the stairwell contrasts with the heat in his loins. He leans against the wall, ass pushing out, inviting. His breathing hitches as he imagines faceless hands joining his, guiding him to ecstasy. He's close, his grip tightening, fingers teasing his tight hole. With a final, desperate pump, he spills his load, gasping into the empty corridor.