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Awakening to the first light, our King rises, his massive BBC tenting the sheets. He stretches, his thick rod throbbing with morning urgency. Uninhibited, he stands, aiming his monster at the bathroom floor. A steady stream flows, glistening in the sunlight, a testament to his power and size. He strokes, groaning, as the last drops fall, leaving a puddle of his golden nectar.