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The Mexican sun beats down on him as he stands in his tiny bathroom, oil dripping down his body, making his skin shine. He's all alone, but his mind is filled with naughty thoughts of you. He starts to touch himself, his hands sliding easily over his oiled flesh, his cock throbbing in his grip. He imagines you watching, your eyes on his body, your breath ragged. He strokes faster, his ass clenching, his body tensing as he gets closer and closer to explosion. The room is filled with the sound of his wet, slippery strokes, the smell of oil and sweat hanging heavy in the air.