As the sun peeks through the curtains, Totom13's bedroom is filled with the scent of fresh sheets and the sound of soft morning breaths. Suddenly, a tent forms under the covers, a sign of the day's first awakening. Totom's uncut cock stirs, growing harder by the second, pressing against the fabric of his boxers. He groans, his hand instinctively reaching down, wrapping around his throbbing shaft. He strokes slowly, feeling every vein and ridge, his morning wood growing even harder in his grasp.