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A lonely morning in Florence finds an Arab man in his prime, his body aching for release. His hands, rough and calloused from years of work, glide over his clothed form, pausing at the prominent bulge in his pants. His mind fills with images of the hard cock he yearns for, the desire intensifying as he imagines it ready and waiting. He strokes himself, the fabric of his pants offering little barrier to his growing need. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his body tensing as he nears his climax, the urgent need for release consuming him.