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In the quiet, early morning hour, a lone figure stands before the window, his massive morning wood straining against his pajama bottoms. With a mischievous chuckle, he pulls down the fabric, revealing his 9-inch cock, already glistening with pre-cum. He runs a thumb over the sensitive head, then grips the shaft, his hand barely able to encompass its girth. He begins to stroke, long and slow, his eyes closed, lost in his own pleasure.