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As the sun peeks through the curtains, a lone figure stirs in bed, a smooth, toned body stretching beneath the sheets. A tent forms, hinting at the morning wood that's begging for attention. Our FTM model, his t-dick hard and throbbing, runs his hand along his length, feeling the pulse. He strokes slowly, fingers tracing the veins, a groan escaping as he picks up the pace. The room fills with his soft moans, the sound of flesh on flesh, and the scent of his musk.