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In the harsh light of day, our beefy jock can't keep his hands off his monster cock. He grunts and groans, jacking it roughly, his calloused palm gliding along the slick, leaking length. He craves a tight, wet hole to fill, but for now, he must settle for his own rough touch. His breath hitches, his body tenses, and with a final, powerful stroke, he paints his chiseled chest with a thick, creamy load, his growl of release echoing through the room.