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In the soft, golden light of dawn, our hung stud stretches languidly, his morning wood tenting the sheets. With a groan, he frees his massive cock, the cool air making it twitch. He closes his eyes, lost in sensation as he runs his hand up and down his length, feeling every ridge, every vein. His other hand finds his balls, cupping and rolling them, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through him. His strokes become more urgent, his breath coming in ragged gasps, until he feels the familiar tightening in his groin. With a final, powerful stroke, he comes undone, his cock pulsing as it releases stream after stream of hot, milky cum.