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As the sun peeks through the curtains, our lonesome stud awakens, his morning wood already at attention. He lazily strokes his length, the soft, rhythmic movements echoing the gentle lapping of waves outside his window. His breath deepens, hands working faster as he nears climax, the room filling with the scent of his musk. With a final, desperate stroke, he comes undone, hot ropes of cum painting his abs as he rides out his pleasure.