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Daddy Rye Stirs with Morning Wood
In the soft morning light, Rye Nichols, a silver fox with a body chiseled from years of experience, stretches languidly in his bed. His hand, as if with a mind of its own, wanders down to the tent pitched beneath his sheets. A wicked smile plays on his lips as he wraps his fingers around his substantial morning wood. He strokes his cock slowly, savoring the feel of the velvety skin over the steel beneath. His breath hitches as he picks up the pace, his free hand cupping his heavy balls, massaging them gently. The room fills with the sound of his wet, slick strokes, his moans low and guttural. His body tenses, his abs clenching, as he brings himself to a powerful climax, his cock pulsing, ropes of cum spilling over his hand and onto his sheets.