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Sage, the weathered cowboy, finds solace in his lonely room, the creaking floorboards and dusty air a stark contrast to the warmth of his hand around his stiff cock. He moans, a primal sound that resonates with the spirit of the old West. His hand, rough from years of labor, expertly works his shaft, pulling and pushing, coaxing a thick load of cum from his balls. The first shot lands on his faded, worn shirt, a badge of honor for a job well done.