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A cold day doesn't dampen his ardor. He's a man on a mission, and that mission is pleasure. He starts slow, caressing his length, feeling the heat of his palm against his skin. His strokes become more insistent, his grip tightening. He lets out a low moan, his body arching as he reaches his climax. His cum shoots out, painting his stomach, a testament to his self-love on this frigid day.