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The lone construction worker, armed with nothing but his jackhammer and a secret desire, finds himself in a quiet corner of the site. He unbuckles his belt, letting his pants drop to the ground, and his enormous cock springs free. With a groan, he wraps his rough, calloused hand around his shaft, starting a slow, steady rhythm. The sound of his panting and the distant hum of traffic fill the air as he picks up the pace, his body aching for release. Finally, with a grunt, he comes undone, his cock pulsing as he paints the ground with his hot, sticky seed.