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In the throes of pent-up desire, our lone wolf seeks solace in his own hands. His cock, a beast of its own, throbs with anticipation as he wraps his fist around its girth. He works it with expert precision, his gaze locked on the mirror, watching as his reflection contorts with pleasure. His grunts fill the room, a symphony of primal need, as he chases his climax. The tension builds, his body taut as a bowstring, until finally, he snaps, his cock pulsing as it coats his hand and stomach with streams of hot, sticky cum.