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With nobody to judge, he gives in to his taboo desire. The sound of his zipper echoes as he frees himself, the first drops falling onto the soft, welcoming fibers. He takes his time, wandering the room, the steady stream carving a path across the carpet. His body relaxes as he empties, the sight and smell of his actions filling him with a sense of naughty satisfaction.