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In the soft, golden light of dawn, a man finds solace in his morning routine. His calloused hand, rough from years of labor, wraps around his thick, veiny cock, already throbbing with anticipation. He takes his time, each stroke a testament to his self-love, his grip firm yet gentle. The room fills with the sound of his wet, sloppy strokes, the smell of his musk hanging heavy in the air. His hips buck, his breath hitches, and with a final, deep groan, he finds his release. His cum splashes onto his stomach, a warm, sticky reminder of his morning's work.