Solo Boy's Morning Wood

Groggy yet eager, a young man stirs in his bed, his morning wood tenting the sheets. He lets out a contented sigh, sliding his hand beneath the covers to wrap around his hardening cock. His mind fills with tantalizing images as he strokes, his body responding to his own touch. His breathing deepens, his grip tightens, and he arches his back, finding his rhythm. The room fills with his soft moans, the sound of his hand moving steadily, and the scent of his own musk.

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