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In the soft glow of dawn, our lone wolf awakens, his body already primed for release. His cock stands at attention, aching for touch. He grips it firmly, his calloused palm gliding up and down the veined shaft. The friction sends jolts of electricity through him, his hips bucking as he fantasizes about a warm, wet mouth enveloping him. His grunts fill the room, a symphony of carnal desire as he races towards his morning climax.