The blond, clean-shaven man sprints through the trees, his muscular frame cutting through the underbrush as he chases his own release. His breath comes fast, hands gripping his cock hard enough to make veins stand out. The woods swallow his moans, the only sound the slap of his feet against damp earth and the wet, desperate sounds of his own hand working him.
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