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Hidden away from prying eyes, the burly European man unbuttons his flannel shirt, revealing a hairy chest. His calloused hands, rough from years of manual labor, begin to work his jeans open. His cock springs free, hard and ready. He spits into his palm, lubricating his firm grip. His strokes are steady, his breath ragged. His grunts echo through the confined space as his orgasm approaches. With a final, guttural moan, he comes, painting the room with his warm, sticky cum. Hungry for more, he leans down, lapping up every last drop from his hand and the floor, his eyes closed in bliss.