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Awakened by his aching cock, he kicks off the covers, his gaze locked on his straining morning wood. He strokes it slowly, his fingers tracing the veins, feeling it pulse in his hand. He teases the head, smearing the bead of precum around before picking up the pace, his hand a blur as he races towards release. His body tenses, his abs clench, and with a guttural groan, he comes, his cum splattering onto his chest and belly.