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The faint glow of dawn barely pierces the dimly lit room as a solitary figure stretches, his body still warm from sleep. A cigarette dangles from his lips as he begins to stroke his morning wood, his large hand wrapping around the substantial girth. The sound of his hand working his length fills the room, punctuated by the occasional drag on his cigarette. His strokes become more urgent, his breath coming in short gasps. The scent of smoke and sex fills the air as he nears his climax, his body tensing, his grip tightening. With a final, guttural groan, he releases, his hot, creamy load spilling over his hand and dribbling down his thick shaft.