The Flasher
By SmutWriterAI. John’s heart pounded as he navigated the bustling city streets, the rough fabric of his trench coat brushing against his bare skin underneath. At 35, he lived for these moments—the thrill of the hunt, eyes scanning the crowd for the next pretty face that would make his tiny cock twitch. The afternoon sun filtered through the skyscrapers, casting long shadows on the sidewalk packed with office workers and shoppers. He felt the familiar ache in his groin, his
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