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Tom Greys, in a state of tantalizing solitude, finds himself at the lake's edge, his imagination running wild. He strips down to his briefs, the cool breeze and warm sun heightening his senses. His hand slips into his underwear, his cock already rock-hard, eager for his touch. He pulls it out, the head purple and swollen, beads of pre-cum forming. He begins to stroke, his grip firm, his rhythm steady. The lake's peacefulness contrasts with his intense, filthy fantasy, his body writhing as he brings himself closer to the edge. With a final, hard stroke, he comes undone, his cum shooting out, some landing on his abs, the rest dripping into the lake, a sacrifice to his private, carnal worship.