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When nature calls, so do his desires. In the grimy, dimly lit CR, he finds solace in his own touch. His pants pool around his ankles as he grips his rigid cock, stroking with urgency. The scent of sweat and sex mingles with the stale air, adding to the thrill. His movements become frenzied, hips bucking, as he chases his climax. With a low groan, he finds his release, adding his mark to the CR's sordid history.