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As the sun filters through the curtains, a hungover stud awakens with a raging morning wood. Groggily, he strokes his thick shaft, the room filling with the wet, slapping sounds of his eager hand. His breath quickens as he picks up the pace, his hips bucking off the bed. His engorged head turns purple, veins bulging, as he nears the edge. With a guttural moan, he erupts, rope after rope of hot cum painting his abs and chest.