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As the sun peeks through the curtains, a man's morning wood stands at attention, eager for the day ahead. His wide, calloused hands grip his substantial length, the skin taut and smooth. He strokes slowly, building a rhythm, his mind filled with fantasies of tight, wet heat. His breath comes in short gasps, his body tensing as he nears the edge. With a final, powerful stroke, he spills over, his release coating his hand and the sheets, a testament to his morning prowess.