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The first light of dawn finds him alone, his hand already wrapped around his stiffening cock. He's been dreaming of tight, wet pussy, and his morning wood is a testament to that. He starts slow, letting the sensation build, then picks up the pace, his grip firm. His balls tighten, and he groans, his hot seed painting his chest, a daily ritual he enjoys immensely.