In the heart of the woods, Curmudgeon691 finds himself alone with his thoughts and desires. The cool breeze and the rustling leaves stir something primal within him. He unzips, his cock already hard with anticipation. Slowly, he strokes, feeling the rough bark of the tree against his back. The sun filters through the canopy, casting dappled light on his body as he builds momentum. His breath quickens, his grip tightens, and with a low groan, he releases, his cum painting the forest floor.