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Awakening to a stiff morning wood, our anonymous stud rolls over and takes matters into his own hands. In the soft morning light, he begins a slow, steady stroke, feeling every vein and ridge of his engorged cock. His pre-cum slicks his palm, creating a smooth, tantalizing glide. As he picks up the pace, his breathing grows ragged, and his abs tense. The room fills with the sound of his wet, slapping handjob, a symphony of carnal desire. With a final, forceful grip, he erupts, painting his torso with thick, white ropes of cum.