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In the hushed, early morning light, an eager hand reaches down, wrapping around the stiffening cock that tents the sheets. The man's breath hitches as he begins to stroke, the sensation of his own grip sending electric pulses through him. He leans back, eyes closed, his other hand roaming over his chest, tweaking a nipple, before migrating south to cup his balls, rolling them gently. His strokes grow faster, more urgent, his hips lifting off the bed as he chases his morning climax, the room echoing with his guttural moans.