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As the sun peeks through the curtains, a lone figure stirs, yearning for release. In the quiet of the early morning, he begins to stroke, his hand gliding over the length of his hardening cock. The room fills with the soft sounds of flesh on flesh, his breathing deepening as he nears the edge. His grip tightens, his pace quickens, and with a final gasp, he finds his release, hot streams of cum painting his chest.