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The sun barely peeks through the curtains when our hung stud stirs, his morning wood already at full salute. He grips his throbbing, rock-hard cock, the girth stretching his hand. He begins to pump, slow and steady, his pre-cum wetting his palm. His other hand reaches down, cupping his balls, feeling their weight. He imagines a sultry voice whispering "suck this dick, bitch," and his strokes quicken, his breath hitching as he races towards a explosive orgasm.