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In the quiet of the night, a lone figure indulges in his primal desires, his unkempt bush a testament to his wild, untamed nature. His strong, calloused hands work his cock with expert precision, the sensation of his foreskin gliding over his sensitive head pushing him closer to the edge. The room fills with the sound of his ragged breaths and the wet slapping of flesh on flesh. His body tenses, his grip tightening as he feels the familiar surge building in his loins. With a final, guttural groan, he explodes, his hot cum coating his bush and stomach, a primal mark of his solitary pleasure.