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The room is filled with the soft, rhythmic sound of skin sliding against skin as our anonymous stud takes his time, giving his thick, veiny cock long, deliberate strokes. His hand, slightly calloused from years of manual labor, grips his shaft firmly, working it with a slow, old-fashioned rhythm that's as satisfying to watch as it must be to experience. He builds to a crescendo, his grunts growing louder, his strokes faster, until he finally lets out a low, guttural groan, and his cock pulses, sending thick ropes of cum shooting onto his belly.