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As the sun peaks through the window, our hung stud stretches languidly, his morning wood tenting the sheets. He grips his throbbing cock, a guttural moan escaping as he begins to stroke, his movements slow and deliberate. The room fills with the scent of his musk, his grunts echoing as he picks up the pace, his body tensing as he nears his climax, finally groaning loudly as he releases, hot cum splattering onto his stomach.