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In the quiet of dawn, a man stirs, his body already betraying his unconscious desires. His hand tentatively traces the length of his morning wood, a soft groan escaping his lips as he realizes the extent of his arousal. He tentatively strokes, his grip tightening as his need grows. The room fills with the sounds of his pleasure, his breath coming in short gasps as he chases his release.