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As the sun begins to peek through the curtains, a lone man stirs in his bed, his morning wood already at attention. He groans, stretching languidly before wrapping his hand around his throbbing cock. He strokes slowly, eyes closed, imagining the day's pleasures. His breath hitches as he picks up the pace, his grip tightening. The room fills with the sound of his hand moving rhythmically over his hard length, the scent of his pre-cum wafting in the air. He grunts, his body tensing as he nears his peak. With a final, urgent stroke, he comes, his release painting the sheets in long, hot stripes.