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As the sun peeks through the curtains, a lone man stirs beneath the sheets, his morning wood tenting the fabric. He stretches languidly, his hand wandering down to grip his semi-hard cock. With a sigh, he begins to stroke, his pace steady and sure. The room fills with the sound of his hand meeting flesh, his breath hitching as he grows harder. He closes his eyes, lost in his fantasy, his body tensing as he nears the edge.