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In the quiet of dawn, a lone man begins his day, his morning wood already at attention. He strokes it, tentatively at first, then with growing abandon, his moans echoing through the empty room. His legs quiver, feet flex, as he builds to a crescendo, his huge cock pulsing, creamy evidence of his release coating his hand. He brings it to his lips, tasting his own morning glory.