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The crisp morning air does little to deflate the monster tenting his sheets. As he kicks them off, he reveals his engorged, pulsing cock, ready for attention. He grips it tightly, feeling the veins throb against his palm. His mind races with fantasies of eager lips and tight holes, but for now, he's his own plaything. He spreads his legs, giving himself full access, and begins to stroke, slowly at first, then faster, more urgently. His breath hitches as he feels the familiar pressure building, and with a grunt, he comes undone, spilling his load onto his abs, spent and satisfied.