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In the soft, pre-dawn light, our anonymous stud awakens, his hand already wandering down to grip his morning wood. He props himself up against the pillows, the cool silk sheets rustling as he spreads his legs, giving himself ample room to stroke. His breath hitches as he picks up speed, his other hand cupping his balls, rolling them gently. The room fills with the scent of sex and the sound of his wet, slapping hand.