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In the quiet of the early morning, a lone figure lies in bed, his morning wood straining against his boxers. He frees his massive, veined cock, the sheer size of it making his hand look small in comparison. He begins to stroke, his eyes closed, lost in his own fantasy. His hand moves faster, the sound of his palm slapping against his flesh filling the room. He grunts, his body tensing as he comes, his hot, thick cum shooting out, painting his chest and abs.