In the quiet of the morning, a man succumbs to his primal needs. His thick, morning-wooded cock tents the sheets as he lazily strokes it, his mind drifting to naughty dreams. The room is filled with the scent of his musk, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he picks up the pace. His body tenses, his abs contracting as he spills his load, a satisfied groan escaping his lips as he collapses back onto the pillow.