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In the dim morning light, a hairy-chested, bearded man stretches, his morning wood tenting the sheets. He runs a hand over his tats, pausing at the one that covers his heart. His eyes flick down to his cock, and with a smirk, he takes it in his hand, stroking slowly. The friction builds, his grip tightening, as he imagines the feel of a warm, wet mouth around him. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his body tensing as he nears his climax.