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In the quiet of the dawn, a rigid, engorged cock tents the bedsheets, aching for touch. The man's hand wraps around the substantial girth, the sensation sending shivers down his spine. He strokes, his grip firm yet gentle, his pace steady and sure. The room echoes with the rhythmic sound of his pleasure, the air thick with the scent of pre-cum and morning heat. His body tenses, his breath coming in short gasps, as he approaches climax. With a final, intense stroke, he finds his release, his cock pulsing as he coats his hand with his warm, sticky cum.