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Morning After: Solo Surf Stroking
The crisp morning air hasn't dampened this surfer's appetite for pleasure. Back home, he doesn't waste a moment, stripping off his wetsuit to reveal his already stiff cock. He flops onto the bed, his hand instinctively wrapping around his length. He imagines the waves crashing against him, the sun warming his skin, as he begins to stroke. His hand moves slowly, deliberately, feeling every inch of his hard cock. His other hand joins in, cupping his balls, rolling them gently. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his hips lifting off the bed as he fucks his fist. The room fills with the sound of his pleasure, the scent of the sea mingling with the raw, primal aroma of his desire. He's close, his body tensing, every muscle coiled like a spring. With a final, guttural groan, he comes, his cum splattering across his chest, marking his post-surf satisfaction.