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A muscular, tanned Brit finds himself alone in his room, the heat of the day making his clothes feel like a burden. He strips down to his boxers, running his hands over his ripped body, feeling the ache in his groin. He sits on the edge of his bed, eyes closed, and starts a slow, teasing grind, his dick rubbing against the thin fabric of his underwear. He feels the friction, the building pressure, but he's in no rush. He's savoring every moment, every thrust, every inch of his length grinding against the cotton. His body glistens with sweat, his breath comes in ragged gasps, but he's not done yet. He's going to make this last.