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Awake before dawn, our lone wolf explores his morning wood, stroking his generous length to the rhythm of his breath. The soft glow of the room casts a warm hue on his muscular frame as he leans back, enjoying the sensation of his hand gliding over his sensitive flesh. With a grunt, he increases his pace, his body tensing as he nears the edge. A thick rope of semen arcs through the air, landing on his abs, as he finds his release.