A lanky, anonymous figure in fishnets and heels emerges from the shadows, his hungry eyes locked onto you. He's a stranger, but his intentions are clear. With a swift movement, he unzips his pants, revealing a throbbing, uncut cock. He strokes it slowly, letting it grow harder, more insistent. You can't help but stare, mesmerized by the sight. Suddenly, he grabs your hand, guiding it to his pulsating member. You feel the heat, the wetness. He's already leaking, eager for release. His voice is a low growl, "Make me cum, pretty boy."