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As the clock strikes three, our Euro hunk retreats to his lair, a cozy nook bathed in the golden light of the late afternoon. He settles into a worn leather chair, his hand already tracing the outline of his swelling cock through his jeans. With a slow, deliberate motion, he unzips, releasing his throbbing member. His hand, calloused and strong, grips his length, the friction sending shivers down his spine. He works himself with a feverish intensity, his breath coming in ragged gasps, until he's left panting, his chest glistening with a sheen of sweat and cum.