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As the sun begins to rise, so does this hung stud's desire. He wraps his hand around his throbbing morning wood, the heat and friction sending jolts of pleasure through him. His breath hitches as he fights the urge to moan, not wanting to wake the house. His balls tighten, and with a final, desperate stroke, he explodes, his load painting the headboard and sheets with evidence of his early morning indulgence.