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Awakening to the first light of dawn, a rugged otter, unkempt and furry, finds himself alone with his thoughts and desires. His massive, uncut cock tents his blankets, betraying his morning lust. He strokes it languidly, the soft sounds of his hand on flesh the only noise in the quiet woods. His body hair glistens with sweat as he pleasures himself, the scent of his musk filling the air. He imagines the touch of another, the feel of a tight ass or wet mouth, but for now, it's just him and his needs, his hand and his cock.