Lone Wolf's Solitary Dance

Unbound by societal norms, he claims his space, his time, his pleasure. His cock stands at attention, a beacon of his desire. He runs his hand up and down the shaft, feeling the velvety skin, the hard core beneath. His grip tightens, his rhythm quickens, a primal dance of self-love. His body responds, tensing, arching, as he nears the edge. A low groan escapes his lips, a symphony of satisfaction as he paints his chest with his release, marking his territory, his triumph.

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