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In the quiet of the morning, Jakol stirs, his cock already hard and eager. He strokes it languidly, his eyes closed, imagining the touch of a lover. His hand moves faster, his breath hitching as he takes himself closer to the edge. He spits on his cock, lubing it up, before pushing it deep into his mouth, gagging himself. He fucks his own face, his moans muffled, until he can't take it anymore. He pulls out, his cock glistening with spit, and jerks off furiously. His body tenses, and with a final groan, he comes, his cum dripping down his shaft and onto his balls.