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The dorm room is still quiet as the sun peeks through the curtains. Our college stud's morning wood is a sight to behold, a towering monument of desire. He runs his hand up and down his ebony shaft, feeling it pulse with life. His strokes become more urgent, his grip tighter, as he remembers the naughty texts he received before bed. The friction builds, his body tensing, ready to release the pent-up lust from a night of dirty dreams.