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The tension in his loins becomes unbearable, and our lustful stranger retreats to his private sanctuary, the bathroom. He locks the door, the cool tile against his fevered skin a stark contrast to the heat coursing through his veins. His hand wraps around his engorged manhood, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure through him. He imagines nameless, faceless partners as he picks up the pace, his breathing ragged, until he finds his release, painting the wall with his seed.