Dawn Wood: Morning Glory

In the heart of an untamed forest, the dawn breaks, casting an ethereal glow over the undergrowth. The peace is disrupted by a gentle rustling, a sign of life stirring. A hand, visible only by its delicate, veined wrist, begins to stroke a growing erection, hidden in the shadows. The forest awakens, and with it, a primal hunger, satiated only by the touch of another.

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