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The clock strikes seven, and our exhibitionist rises, his cock already tenting the sheets. He pads to the bathroom, the cool air a stark contrast to the warmth of his body. His reflection in the mirror reveals a man on a mission, his hand already wrapped around his throbbing member. He leans back against the sink, his strokes steady and sure, his gaze locked on his own pleasure. The room fills with the sound of his hand meeting flesh, the scent of his pre-cum permeating the air. His body tenses, his abs contracting as he finds his release, his cum splattering the pristine tiles, a morning ritual completed in true, unbridled pleasure.