As the sun peeks through the window, a stiff morning wood tents the sheets. The solitary figure, Rusty93, stirs, his hand instinctively reaching for his throbbing cock. He strokes the length, feeling the veins pulse with need. Pre-cum beads at the tip, and he knows he won't last long. His grip tightens, his rhythm quickens, and with a final grunt, hot cum spills over his hand, painting his abs.