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The thrill of the forbidden pulses through his veins as he locks the mall bathroom stall door behind him. His pants drop, and he grips his rigid cock, the cool air a stark contrast to the heat radiating from his body. Each stroke sends waves of pleasure coursing through him, but the sound of footsteps outside snaps him back to reality. He stills, listening, but the footsteps recede. He resumes, his grip tighter, his strokes faster. His moans echo in the small space, and just as he's about to explode, the stall door rattles. Caught, but there's no stopping now. He comes hard, his cum painting the stall as he tries to muffle his cries.