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Deep in the heart of the forest, a man seeks his own pleasure, away from prying eyes. The crinkle of his pants being pushed down echoes in the quiet, his cock springing free, already hard. He takes it in his hand, the contrast of his smooth skin against the rough bark of the tree he's leaning against heightening his senses. He strokes, feeling the blood pulse through his cock, the cool air and the warmth of his hand creating a delicious friction. His movements become more urgent, his grip tighter, until he's grunting, his cum painting the forest floor in white, a secret only the trees will bear witness to.