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In the quiet of the morning, a man's hand finds its way to his throbbing morning wood, a familiar ritual beginning. He grips his thick shaft, working it with a steady rhythm, his mind filling with vivid fantasies. He imagines a passionate night, a woman's eager moans, her tight pussy squeezing him as he pounds into her. His strokes quicken, his breath hitching as he edges closer, his body tensing as he spills his load, a satisfied sigh escaping his lips as he begins another day.