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As the clock strikes midday, our lone wolf indulges in his guilty pleasure, a cup of tea his only companion. His casual attire does little to hide his growing desire, a secret he carries like a second skin. Retreating to his lair, he strips naked, his body a canvas of taut muscles and smooth skin. He takes a sip, the liquid scalding his lips, a stark contrast to the cool air that brushes against his hardening cock. He grips it, his hand a tight fist, pumping slowly, drawing out his pleasure. His breath hitches, his body tensing as he approaches the brink, his eyes squeezed shut, lost in his illicit daydream.