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The city's hum becomes his soundtrack as he starts, the cool air contrasting with the heat radiating from his BBC. He talks dirty to himself, his voice low and gravelly, his strokes long and slow. His body tenses as he nears the edge, his moans turning into grunts. He leans back, his abs contracting, his cum painting the pavement, a testament to his public display of pleasure.