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The room is filled with the rhythmic sound of flesh slapping against flesh, the air thick with the scent of sex. Our lone wolf, his body glistening with a sheen of sweat, grips his massive cock with a ferocity born of desperation. His strokes are long and languid, each one bringing him closer to the edge. With a final, guttural moan, he spills his load, his cum shooting out in thick ropes, painting his chest and the floor below in a sticky, white mess. He looks down at his battered, but satisfied, member, a small smile playing on his lips.