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In the heart of the wilderness, a deaf wolf stands tall and proud, his red fur a beacon in the night. His hands explore his body, tracing the lines of his muscular form before gripping his thick, veiny cock. With a steady rhythm, he pleasures himself, his eyes closed, lost in his own world. The wolf's body tenses, his orgasm ripping through him, his hot, sticky seed spilling onto the forest floor.