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In the dimly lit room, 'Lechero' stands, his body a canvas of ink and desire. He's a master of his craft, his hands knowing just how to please himself. He starts slow, his fingers tracing the lines of his tats, lingering on his throbbing cock. He's a lechero, a milkman, and he's here to deliver. His strokes become more urgent, his breath ragged, as he brings himself closer to the edge. His body tenses, and with a final, powerful stroke, he spills his load, his cum decorating his sweat-slicked body.