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Dawn breaks, and so does our hairy stud, his morning wood tenting his boxers. He strokes his manicured hands over his foreskin, moaning softly, edging himself on the bed. His bush tickles his palm as he jerks off, the anticipation building. With a final, rapturous groan, he spills his load, fingers sticky with cum.