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As the first light of dawn filters through the curtains, a man awakens with a familiar stirring in his loins. He kicks off the covers, his hand instinctively finding its way to his hardening cock. He lazily strokes it, feeling it grow and throb in his grasp. His other hand cups his balls, gently squeezing them as he picks up the rhythm. The room fills with the soft sounds of his pleasure, his breath coming in short gasps as he nears the edge. With a final, firm stroke, he comes, his body shuddering as he paints his torso with his warm seed.