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In the quiet of the morning, a black man stands before the open window, his muscular body bathed in the soft light. His morning wood aches, but it's not release he craves. He grips his thick, uncut cock, aiming it downwards, and begins to piss. The stream flows freely, splashing onto the floor below, the scent of urine filling the room. He moans, his body trembling as he empties himself, his cock pulsing with each spurt. This is his secret, his kink, and he indulges in it every morning.