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A solitary bear, untouched by the revelry below, finds himself in a room filled with the ephemeral dance of clouds. His hands, rough from years of hard work, slowly undo his belt, letting his jeans drop to the floor. His cock, thick and veined, stands at attention, a monument to his desire. He spits into his palm, the sound echoing in the quiet room, and begins to stroke, the pleasure building like a thunderstorm, ready to burst forth in a torrent of cum.