Wilfried Knight stands in the woods, his bearded face shadowed by dark hair as he grips the fence behind him, the rough wood biting into his knuckles. His hairy chest rises and falls with heavy breaths, the plaid sleeveless shirt riding up to expose the thick mat of hair trailing down his abs. The air hums with the sound of his own hands working over himself, fingers tangled in the coarse hair as he drives himself forward.
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