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In the quiet of the early morning, a rugged, unshaven man lies in his bed, his body still warm from sleep. He idly traces the outline of his morning erection, his touch igniting a spark that quickly grows into a raging fire. He grips his shaft firmly, his large, rough hands working it with a deliberate, almost punishing rhythm. His breaths come in ragged gasps, his body arching off the bed as he nears his climax. With a final, guttural groan, he comes, his thick, creamy load painting his chest and stomach, leaving him panting and satisfied.