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As the sun peeks through the curtains, our hung stud stretches awake, his massive morning wood tenting the sheets. In the privacy of his room, he grips his thick, veiny shaft, stroking slowly as his eyes flutter closed, lost in his morning fantasy. His hand picks up speed, his breath hitches, and his grip tightens, bringing himself closer to release.