"Scottybear's Solitary Bearish Indulgence"

In the quiet of his room, Scottybear strips down, his body a landscape of fur and muscle. His cock, a thick, veiny beast, stands at attention, eager for his touch. He wraps his large hand around it, a smirk playing on his lips as he begins to stroke. His movements are methodical, each one drawing out a low, guttural moan. He leans back, his eyes closed, imagining a hot, dominant top using him, making him beg. His strokes become faster, more frenzied, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He feels the familiar tingle at the base of his spine, and with a final, powerful stroke, he comes, his cock pulsing, his cum painting his stomach and chest, marking him as his own.

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