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In the quietude of dawn, a lone man stirs, his body already humming with anticipation. The crisp sheets against his skin send shivers down his spine, and he can't help but let out a low, guttural moan as he grasps his hardening cock. His hand, warm and familiar, strokes and tugs, drawing out pleasured groans that fill the empty room. The soft morning light casts a gentle glow on his taut muscles, highlighting every movement as he indulges in his morning ritual, his body tensing and releasing with each rhythmic caress.