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The stranger's thick, veiny shaft bobs, yearning for touch. He spits into his palm, lubricating his grip, and begins jerking off with renewed urgency. His breath deepens, matching the rhythm of his hand as it glides up and down his rigid length. The tight grip, the friction, the anticipation - it's a private show, a solo dance, a symphony of pleasure.