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In the quiet of the morning, he indulges in his secret passion, his hand working his rigid cock with practiced ease. The room fills with his soft moans, the only sounds breaking the silence. His body tenses as he nears the edge, his grip tightening, fingers dancing over his sensitive tip. With a final, shuddering breath, he finds his release, his seed spilling out onto his fist, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.