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The rustling of leaves outside his window sets the scene as he wakes, his cock already at attention, tenting the sheets. The sight of the wooden floorboards brings a smirk to his face as he imagines the friction of those rough surfaces against his skin. He grips his erected shaft, the sensation sending shivers down his spine. The room fills with the sound of his hand meeting his flesh, a symphony of pleasure building with each stroke. His body arches as he reaches his climax, the warmth of his release painting his chest, a testament to his morning indulgence.