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In the quiet of his apartment, a man wakes, his body already pulsating with desire. He pours himself a cup of steaming coffee, the aroma filling the room, but his mind is elsewhere. His hand wanders to his crotch, feeling the hardness growing there. He pops the buttons of his jeans, his thick, veiny cock springing free. He strokes it slowly, savoring the sensation, his other hand working his balls. His strokes become faster, more urgent, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He feels the familiar tingle at the base of his spine, and with a guttural moan, he comes, painting his abs and chest with thick, creamy streams of cum.