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As the sun peeks through the curtains, he rises, his morning wood already at attention. Settling into his favorite chair, he spits into his palm, the slick sound a symphony to his ears. His hand works his length with practiced ease, his body tensing as he nears the edge. With a final, powerful stroke, he erupts, his seed spilling over his fist, a testament to his self-love prowess.