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As the sun peeks through the curtains, a man's morning wood demands attention. He stretches languidly, his cock tenting the sheets, a visual testament to his body's natural rhythm. His hand wraps around his hardness, feeling the pulse of life, as he begins a slow, steady rhythm. The friction builds, his grip tightening, his strokes becoming more urgent. His body tenses, his cock throbbing as he succumbs to nature's call, releasing his load onto his stomach.