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In the quiet of the early morning, a lone man, black-framed glasses perched on his nose, sits on the edge of his bed, a look of anticipation on his face. His hand reaches down, unbuttoning his black briefs, freeing his already stiffening cock. He lets out a sigh of relief as the first stream of golden urine flows, arching in the air before hitting the floor. The warm sensation is pure bliss, a morning ritual he savors every day.