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As the sun peeks through the window, a man stirs, his morning wood tenting the sheets. He lazily strokes his length, eyes closed, lost in a private fantasy. The room fills with the sound of his hand working his shaft, faster, harder. His breath hitches as he nears the edge, and with a final, powerful stroke, he spills his load onto his belly, a satisfied groan escaping his lips.