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The dim light of the breaking dawn casts long shadows in the room, one of which is the prominent outline of a man's hard cock straining against his boxers. He awakens, his hand automatically wrapping around his shaft, feeling the pulse of blood coursing through it. He begins to stroke, his grip tight, his rhythm steady, his breathing growing heavier with each pass. His free hand reaches down, cupping his balls, rolling them gently, adding to the symphony of sensation. He pushes his hips up, fucking his hand, his grunts echoing in the quiet room. His body tenses, his cock throbbing as he spills his load, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he rides out his morning ecstasy.