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Waking Woods, Wanking Hard
As the first light of dawn breaks, a lone, tattooed man begins his day with a self-indulgent ritual. His massive cock, already stiff and eager, demands attention. He sprawls out on his unmade bed, legs spread wide, and takes his throbbing member in hand. His calloused fingers, rough from years of labor, glide up and down his length, applying just the right amount of pressure. His other hand wanders, pinching and rolling his nipples, then migrating south to cup and squeeze his full, heavy sac. The room grows warm and humid with his exertions, the air thick with the scent of pre-cum and sweat. He picks up the pace, his hips bucking, fucking his own hand, until finally, with a loud, satisfied grunt, he blows his load, painting his chest and belly with ropes of creamy semen.