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The beach is deserted, save for a lone figure, his body golden from the sun's kisses, his cock a thick, veiny monstrosity that tents his towel. He's a stranger to these parts, but the call of the wild has him shedding his clothes, his inhibitions. He lies back, his hand wrapped around his throbbing length, jerking off with abandon. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore is his rhythm, his pulse. His balls tighten, and with a guttural groan, he spills his load, rope after rope of cum arcing through the air, landing on the sand, a testament to his raw, unbridled pleasure.