Harvesting hay, harvesting pleasure
In the quiet solitude of his farmhouse, a rugged, tanned man, shirtless and glistening with sweat, finds solace in his own company. He sits on the edge of his bed, a worn-out porn magazine splayed open beside him. His rough, calloused hands wrap around his thick, veiny cock, already hard and aching. He strokes it slowly, savoring the sensation, his mind filled with vivid fantasies of the women he's seen in town. His breath deepens, his hips thrusting slightly as he picks up the pace, fucking his fist with increasing urgency. The room fills with the sound of his wet, slapping hand and the scent of his musk. His body tenses, his abs contracting as he nears his climax. He lets out a low, guttural groan, his hot cum spurting onto the floor, leaving him panting and satisfied.