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As the sun creeps in through the curtains, our lonely stud stirs, his morning wood tenting the sheets. He kicks off the covers, revealing his rock-hard cock, and wraps his fist around it, giving it a slow, firm stroke. His eyes close, imagining last night's fantasy as he picks up the pace, his hand gliding effortlessly up and down his shaft. His breath hitches, muscles tense, and with a final, powerful stroke, he spills his load, ropes of cum painting his abs.