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In the quiet of the dawn, he begins, his hand wrapping around his throbbing morning erection. The room is cool, but his body is warm, his blood pounding in his veins. He imagines the soft, wet heat of a mouth, the tight grip of a pussy, as he strokes faster, harder. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his body tensing as he feels the familiar pressure building. With a final, shuddering stroke, he comes, his cum spilling over his hand and onto his stomach, a testament to his early morning pleasure.