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In the quiet of the morning, a man stirs, his hand instinctively reaching for his cock, still trapped in his underwear. He rubs gently, his moans barely above a whisper, as if not wanting to disturb the peaceful atmosphere. His strokes are slow, deliberate, savoring the softness of the fabric against his sensitive skin. His body responds, his cock throbbing, as he brings himself closer to release, the room echoing with his soft, rhythmic sounds of pleasure.