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In the heart of Tuscany, an authentic Italian stallion finds solace in his own company, his hand the perfect companion. His strong, tanned hands, rough from years of manual labor, wrap around his thick, veiny cock. He pumps slowly, savoring the sensation, his eyes closed, imagining the hands of a mysterious woman instead. His grip tightens, his pace quickens, his breath ragged as he nears the edge. With a low growl, he explodes, his hot, creamy seed spilling over his hand and onto the weathered wooden floor.