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As the sun peeks through the window, our hung stud stretches, his morning wood tenting the sheets. He pads to the kitchen, his bare feet slapping the cool tiles. He leans against the counter, his hand already stroking his thick cock. The kitchen's chill sends goosebumps across his skin, but his dick remains rock hard. He jerks faster, his breath hitching, until he groans, his cum splattering onto the pristine floor.