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As the sun peeks through his curtains, a man starts his Sunday routine. He can't help but feel a stirring in his loins, a morning wood that demands attention. His hand instinctively reaches down, stroking his length as he recalls the weekend's exploits. He thinks of the woman he met at the bar, her laughter, her scent, her touch. His strokes become more urgent, his breathing heavier. The pleasure builds, his body tensing as he nears his peak. With a final groan, he releases, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm.