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As the first light of dawn filters through the window, our hung stud stretches, his morning wood tenting the sheets. He wraps his hand around his throbbing cock, stroking it slowly at first, then building up speed as his desire grows. His muscles flex, his breath comes in ragged gasps, and his hand moves like a blur. With a final, deep groan, he comes undone, shooting load after load of hot, sticky cum onto his heaving torso.