The sun beats down on him, his skin a warm, golden brown, a stark contrast to the lush greenery around him. He sits on a worn wooden chair, his cock already hard, tenting his shorts. He slips a hand inside, wrapping it around his shaft, feeling the pulse of his own desire. He imagines the taste of his salty pre-cum, the feel of his cock sliding in and out of a tight, wet pussy. He strokes faster, his breath coming in short gasps, his body tensing as he nears the edge. He leans back, his eyes closed, a look of pure, unadulterated pleasure on his face.