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Awakening to the humdrum of a Monday morning, he finds solace in the familiar routine of his hands. In the soft glow of the dawn, he strokes his rigid cock, the anticipation of release building with each passing second. The room fills with the scent of his pre-cum, mingling with the remnants of last night's cologne. His breathing grows heavier, his grip tighter, as he edges closer to the precipice. With a final, powerful stroke, he spills his load, his body convulsing with the force of his orgasm.