Solitary Morning Delight

As the sun peeks through the curtains, a man's hand wanders south, finding his morning wood already at attention. He grins, his eyes fluttering closed as he begins to stroke, his grip firm and steady. The fantasy in his head grows more intense, the touches more real, the moans more audible. His body tenses, his breath hitches, and with a final, powerful stroke, he comes, painting his chest with his warm, sticky seed.

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