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Back from the city's wild temptations, young Luke returns to the farm, his innocence long shed like a worn-out skin. He pauses amid the chores, mind drifting to that reckless escapade. His hand wraps around his thick cock, stroking slow at first, while fingers tease his sore, dick-worn hole. Memories flood in—hot mouths, urgent thrusts, bodies slick and demanding. The rhythm quickens. His breaths turn ragged. Flashbacks pulse faster, bodies colliding in fevered heat, until ecstasy crashes over him. He shoots a thick, fresh load of his youthful seed, spilling it hot across his belly.