Morning Wood: Solo Satisfaction

In the quiet of the morning, a man, alone in his dimly lit room, feels the stirrings of arousal. The Portuguese sun streams through the window, casting a warm glow on his naked form as he lazily strokes his hard cock. His hand, calloused from years of work, grips his shaft with a familiarity that borders on reverence. He's close, his breath hitching, when a sudden noise startles him. His hand pauses, mid-stroke, as he listens intently. The moment passes, and he resumes, his strokes more urgent now, chasing the release that was so near.

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