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Under the cloak of night, the prince of suburbia emerges, his primal need leading him to the edge of a quiet cul-de-sac. He looks around, the darkness hiding his face but not his intentions. With a swift, eager motion, he unbuttons, his cock springing free, already hard and ready. He lets go, the rush of piss meeting the ground, the sound echoing in the stillness. The forbidden act sends shivers down his spine, the risk of being caught only heightening his pleasure.