Solitary Shepherd's Strokes

Under the scorching sun, our lonesome shepherd, Lean, finds solace in his solitude. His calloused hands, tanned from years of tending his flock, begin a slow, rhythmic dance over his throbbing cock. The bristly hairs on his legs and chest rustle with each touch, a symphony of desire in the vast, uninhabited landscape. He groans, the sound lost in the wind, as he strokes his engorged member, imagining the soft, wet mouth of a ewe, the tight, warm embrace of her body.

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