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As the sun begins to peek through the curtains, a man wakes, his morning wood tenting his sheets. He lazily strokes his length, his hand gliding easily over the pre-cum beading at the tip. His breath hitches as he picks up the pace, his body tensing as he nears release. With a final, desperate pump, he spurts, his cum coating his hand and stomach, a satisfied groan escaping his lips.