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In the quiet of the morning, a man's hand wanders down his bare chest, finding his already stiff cock tenting the sheets. He lazily strokes himself, the soft friction sending waves of pleasure through his body. His mind drifts to the images burned into his mind from the night before - a stranger's touch, a sultry voice, a hint of lace. His strokes quicken, his breath deepens, and with a final, firm grip, he spills his morning ecstasy onto his abs.