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The farmer, his calloused hands accustomed to the earth, now grips his own tool, the stark contrast of his rough skin against his smooth, hard cock a testament to his dual nature. He takes a long drag on his cigarette, the smoke curling around him like a lover's caress. The fuck machine hums to life, its relentless rhythm mimicking the endless cycle of life and death in the fields. He feeds his cock into the machine, its tight, wet embrace sending waves of pleasure coursing through him. His body tenses, his grip on the cigarette tightening as he nears his release. With a final, shuddering groan, he comes, his cum painting the barn floor in hot, sticky streaks.