The bearded man kneels in the sunlit grass, his muscular arms flexing as he grips his cock hard enough to make his jaw tighten. His short dark hair glistens with sweat, and the way his fingers pump, slow, deliberate, shows he’s not just touching himself, but working every inch. The air smells of earth and heat, and the only sound is the wet slap of his palm against skin.
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