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The scent of pine and earth fills the air as he stands at the crest of a gentle slope. His cock, heavy with relief, pulsates as he lets go, the golden arc painting the landscape below. The sound of his piss hitting the ground echoes through the tranquil woods, a symphony of nature's raw, unfiltered beauty.