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In the quiet of the morning, a dude awakens to the insistent throb of his massive erection. His hand, warm and eager, wraps around his girth, squeezing and stroking, feeling every vein and ridge. He imagines a mouth, hot and wet, enveloping him, a tongue swirling around his sensitive tip. His strokes become faster, more urgent, his hips lifting off the bed. He's close, so close, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Then, with a low groan, he spills over, his cum painting his chest, the smell of sex heavy in the air.