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In the quiet of the morning, he stands tall, his broad, tanned body bathed in the golden light. His morning wood aches for attention, and he gives in, wrapping his calloused hand around his substantial length. He's a man on a mission, his strokes firm and steady, his gaze locked on the sunlit scene outside. His grunts fill the room, echoing the rhythm of his hand. He's close, his body tensing, his breath coming in short gasps. The first spurt of cum lands on his abs, a testament to his Sunday morning wank.