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Nature's solitude becomes this man's playground. He begins his private dance, his thick, veiny cock pulsating in his hand. The rustling leaves and chirping birds his symphony, he builds a rhythm, his breath hitching as his grip tightens. His garden becomes his church, and his climax, his holy communion, painting the verdant floor with his pent-up desire.