As the sun peeks through the curtains, a lone figure stirs in bed, his hand already wandering south. He finds his cock already at attention, eager for his morning ritual. He wraps his fingers around his thick shaft, feeling the veins pulse with life. He imagines a pair of soft lips wrapping around him, her tongue teasing his head. His strokes quicken, his grip tightening. He can feel the pressure building, his cum ready to burst forth. With a final, desperate thrust, he coats his hand in his warm, sticky seed, his body shuddering with relief.