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A man, dressed in a crisp business attire, takes a risky, late-night stroll in the woods, his heart pounding not from the exercise, but from the taboo act he's about to commit. He unzips, his hard cock springing free, the cool night air caressing it. He grips it, the soft cotton of his white socks on his feet a stark contrast to the roughness of his palm. His eyes dart around, the crunch of leaves underfoot echoing in the silent night, his mind racing with the thrill of being caught, the risk of exposure making his cock throb with need.