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As the sun peeks through the curtains, our protagonist stretches, his massive erection straining against the fabric of his towel. He applies oil to his body, the scent of jasmine filling the room. His hands trace the contours of his chest, down his abdomen, pausing at the base of his throbbing cock. He wraps his hand around it, a moan escaping his lips as he begins to stroke. The oil makes his grip slick, allowing him to pick up speed. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his body tensing as he nears his climax. With a final stroke, he comes, his cum shooting onto his stomach, the evidence of his self-pleasure glistening in the morning light.