Rising Sun, Rising Member

In the quiet of the morning, a lone figure awakens, his body already primed for release. His hand ventures south, wrapping around his throbbing cock, a gasp escaping his lips as he begins to stroke. The room fills with the sound of his hand moving rhythmically, his breath hitching as he loses himself in the sensation. His eyes flutter closed, his imagination running wild with fantasies of eager lips and skilled hands. His strokes become more urgent, his body tensing as he nears the edge. With a final, shuddering stroke, he finds his release, his body convulsing as he coats his stomach with his morning gift.

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