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Broad-shouldered farmer, his skin tanned and rough from years under the sun, slips into the quiet of the shed. The air is thick with the scent of hay and man. He leans against the weathered wood, unbuckling his jeans to reveal a thick, veiny cock. With a groan, he starts to stroke, his calloused hands working his meaty shaft. His beard, dark with a hint of silver, bristles as he throws his head back, lost in the rhythm.