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As the sun peeks through his window, a hung stud stretches, his morning wood tenting the sheets. He grips his thick shaft, already leaking pre-cum, and begins to stroke. His hand glides effortlessly along the veined length, his breath quickening as he picks up the pace. The room fills with the sound of wet flesh slapping against flesh, his grunts of pleasure echoing off the walls.