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The farmer, clad in his signature rubber boots, tromps through the muddy field, his mind filled with thoughts of release. He unzips, and a steady stream of warm piss flows, darkening the crotch of his overalls. The sensation is exhilarating, and he can't help but reach down, feeling the wetness seep into his palm as he grips his thick cock. He strokes, the slick fabric of his pants rubbing against his sensitive skin, the cool air contrasting with the heat of his body. He's lost in his pleasure, oblivious to the world around him, until a rustle in the bushes snaps him back to reality.