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As the first light of day filters through the curtains, our amateur stirs, his body aching for release. His hand finds its way under the covers, wrapping around his throbbing morning wood. He strokes slowly, savoring the sensation, his imagination running wild with the day's prospects. His grip tightens, his pace quickening, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The tension builds, his body arching as he nears his climax. With a final, guttural moan, he finds his release, his hot, sticky seed spilling out, a messy, satisfying start to his day.