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The first light of dawn breaks, casting a warm glow over a hung, solo man. He stirs, his morning wood tenting the sheets. With a groan, he throws off the covers, revealing his thick, veiny cock. He wraps his calloused hand around the shaft, giving it a slow, firm stroke. Precum beads at the tip, glistening in the sunlight. He leans back, legs spread, and picks up the pace, his balls tightening as he chases his release.