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Under the sun's gaze, a smooth-skinned, hung stud emerges from the river, his cock gently swaying, still semi-hard from the cool water. He finds a secluded spot, the wind rustling the leaves around him. With a glistening hand, he grasps his thick shaft, feeling the skin slide over the sensitive head. Precum beads at the tip, mixing with the river water dripping down his body. He strokes lazily, enjoying the sensation, his ass flexing with each movement. His breath hitches as he picks up the pace, his hand a blur. His body tenses, and with a low groan, he comes, cum shooting onto the ground, mixing with the earth.