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Yawning and stretching, our lone wolf awakens to an empty house and an aching morning wood. With nothing better to do, he decides to take matters into his own hands, quite literally. Settling into a comfortable position, he wraps his fist around his throbbing cock, giving it a firm squeeze. His eyes roll back as he begins to stroke, his hand gliding effortlessly along his length. The room fills with the sounds of his pleasure, his grunts and groans echoing off the walls. As he reaches his peak, he lets out a guttural moan, his body convulsing as he coats his abs with his creamy load.