Gypsy's Strokes to Ecstasy

The gypsy's calloused hand, weathered by years of travel, wraps around his meaty cock, giving it a firm grip. He starts slow, his hand gliding up and down, feeling the vein pulse with each beat of his heart. His pace quickens, his breath hitching as he chases his release. The caravan rocks with his movements, the scent of sex filling the air. He grunts, his body stiffening as he spills his load, his cum dripping down his hand and onto the wooden floor, marking his territory.

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