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In the quiet of the early morning, a lone figure stretches out, his body awakening with a hunger that only his own hand can satisfy. His cock stands at attention, eager for relief. He wraps his fingers around the shaft, the soft skin sliding easily over the hard length. His other hand wanders, tweaking a nipple, teasing his balls, as he sets a steady rhythm, his hips lifting off the bed to meet his strokes. His breath hitches, his body tenses, and with a low groan, he finds his release, his cum painting his stomach in long, sticky streaks.