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Daddy's tweaker awakens, his body already yearning for the day's first fix. But first, a solo session to ease the tension. Verified and unapologetic, he strips down, his lean form a canvas of ink and desire. His hand wraps around his hardening cock, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through him. He's a man on a mission, his strokes steady, purposeful. The room fills with the sound of his labored breathing, the wet slap of flesh on flesh. As he nears the edge, his body tenses, a bead of sweat trickling down his face. With a final, powerful stroke, he comes undone, his load painting his abs in thick, white stripes.