As the sun rises, so does a throbbing BBC, untouched yet aching for release. A wandering hand finds it, wrapping around the girth, feeling the heat. The room echoes with the sound of wet flesh slapping against flesh, the scent of manhood heavy in the air. The owner's breath hitches, their grip tightening as they bring themselves to a explosive, dripping orgasm, leaving a sticky mess to clean up as they start their day.