(mh=GDMDgnCi9I8zVfoh)7.jpg)
In the quiet of the morning, a solitary figure lies in bed, his body betraying his desire to stay asleep. His cock, already hard and aching, strains against his boxers. He kicks off the covers, his hand wrapping around his thick shaft. He strokes slowly, feeling every ridge and vein, his breathing deepening. His other hand cups his heavy balls, rolling them gently. His pace quickens, his body tensing as he nears his release. With a final groan, he comes, his cum shooting out in thick ropes, coating his hand and stomach, a testament to his morning ritual.