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"Good morning, love," purrs a voice, as gentle as the first light of dawn. A hand, warm and inviting, traces the length of a hardening cock, sending shivers down the spine. The recipient stirs, eyes fluttering open to meet the gaze of their lover, poised above them, their breath hot on their ear. "I've been waiting for you to wake up," they whisper, their hand wrapping around the throbbing shaft, beginning a slow, tantalizing rhythm. The room is filled with the soft sounds of skin on skin, the wet, slurry sounds of a handjob, and the whispered words of encouragement, driving the recipient closer to the edge of ecstasy.