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In the soft, early morning light, our hung stud stretches, his massive cock already rock hard and straining against his boxers. He grins, pushing the fabric down and freeing his length. He runs a hand up and down, his grip tight, his rhythm steady. His cock throbs, the veins pulsing with each beat of his heart. He feels the familiar tingle, his balls drawing up as he nears release. With a final, hard tug, he comes, his cum spurting out, painting his stomach and hand in pearly white.