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Aside from his sneakers, Coach Wolfe stood naked before us all, his body a beautiful creation beyond my wildest dreams. His statuesque legs and thickset thighs were absolutely blasted in a virile pelt of fur, which trailed up toward his belly button and covered his intense ass and serious six-pack before spreading out in a magnificent gray-and-black coat across his heaving pecs and hulking arms. His wolfish eyes gazed at me hungrily as he let loose a long drizzle of spit, which landed right on the prodigious head of his monstrous uncut cock, a jumbo reamer so girthy he was having trouble getting his fingers around it as he jacked his foreskin back and forth. Fresh nut nectar was flowing forth from its monumental tip, coursing down his shaft and covering his loins in potent man liquor, its aroma so strong and intoxicating that I felt slapped in the face by the smell alone. "You ready for this one, boy?" Coach Wolfe growled in his husky voice, coming up behind me.

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