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The 9-to-5 grind finally over, he seeks refuge in the dimly lit, narrow alley behind his office building. Unbuttoning his shirt, he lets the crisp air kiss his chest as he slides his hand down to his eager cock, already straining against his pants. He leans against the cold brick wall, his breath fogging up in the chilly night, as he begins to pleasure himself. The distant echo of laughter and the faint glow of passing cars only serve to heighten his senses, making his solo performance all the more intense.