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In the quietude of the early morning, a solitary man begins his day, his hand instinctively drifting towards the tented sheet. His cock, a monstrous, throbbing beast, demands attention. He obliges, wrapping his fingers around the thick shaft, feeling the pulse of life within. His strokes are steady, confident, each one pushing him further into a world of sensation. The room fills with the scent of his arousal, a musky perfume that mingles with the fresh morning air. His breath hitches as he approaches the precipice, his body tensing like a bow ready to release. With a guttural moan, he does, his cum arcing through the air like a liquid comet, painting his body with the evidence of his pleasure.