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Awakening to an insatiable hunger, our lone wolf takes matters into his own hands, literally. Settling into a comfortable position, he begins a slow, tantalizing tease, his thick, uncut BBC swelling in his grip. The room fills with the sound of his labored breaths, the wet slap of flesh against flesh, and the occasional moan of pleasure. As the tension builds, his strokes become more urgent, more desperate, until finally, with a guttural groan, he finds release, his hot seed spilling forth in a satisfying climax.