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Mick Hodges awakens with a raging morning boner, his Japanese abode silent and still. He wraps his calloused hand around his rigid shaft, feeling the pulse of his arousal. His strokes are firm, practiced, his grip tight as he works himself towards release. The room grows warm, the air thick with the scent of his musk. His body tenses, his abs clenching as he nears the edge. With a low grunt, he explodes, his spunk shooting out in thick ropes, coating his hand and dripping onto the floor. He smiles, satisfied, before cleaning up and starting his day.