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In the quiet of the morning, he takes his time, enjoying the sensation of his hand gliding along his substantial length. The room fills with the lewd sounds of his solo endeavor, the wet slap of flesh against flesh, the low moans he can't help but release. His mind drifts to the feel of a tight, willing mouth, the pressure of a warm, wet pussy. His strokes become more urgent, his grip tighter. His body tenses, his breath hitches, and with a final, shuddering groan, he finds his release. Cum spills from the head of his cock, coating his hand and the bedsheets, a testament to his self-induced pleasure.