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In the quiet of the morning, he rises, his body already betraying his desires. His cock, a monster, stands at attention, demanding satisfaction. He retreats to the bathroom, the cool air a stark contrast to the heat radiating from his skin. He wraps his hand around his shaft, feeling the pulse of life within. His strokes are firm, purposeful, each one bringing him closer to the edge. His other hand cups his balls, feeling their weight, their tightness. The room mirrors his heated state, the steam from the shower fogging the glass, his grunts of pleasure echoing off the tiles.