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The room is bathed in the soft glow of late afternoon sun as our Canadian protagonist takes center stage. Unbuttoning his plaid shirt, he reveals a dusting of chest hair and a tattoo that hints at a wild past. His jeans are pushed down, his cock springing free, already hard and eager. He spits into his palm, lubing up, and begins to stroke, his hand a blur. His body rocks with the rhythm, his abs contracting, his eyes closed in ecstasy. The room echoes with his grunts as he chases his pleasure, his hand working feverishly until he finds his release.