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The city's shadow provides little cover for our lonesome hero. His suit can't conceal the bulge straining against it. He retreats to an alley, his breath misting in the cool night air. He tugs at his costume, freeing his stiff cock. It bobs heavily in his hand as he rhythmically pumps it. His grip tightens, speeding up, and with a grunt, he comes undone. Thick, white ropes of cum paint the grimy alley wall, a stark contrast to the usual red and blue.