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The crisp morning air nips at my skin as I step outside, the sun barely peeking over the horizon. I'm not alone in my early morning ritual; he's already there, his pajama bottoms tented with his morning erection. I can't help but watch as he discreetly slips a hand inside, his strokes slow and steady. The sight of him, so vulnerable and exposed, sends a jolt of excitement through me. I approach, my heart pounding in my chest, my own cock hardening at the thought of joining him. He looks up, his eyes filled with a mix of hesitation and desire, as I lower myself to my knees, ready to offer him some much-needed relief.