As the sun streams through the window, a lone man, Cuzman5's nameless star, awakens with an insatiable hunger. His hand traces the hardening length beneath the sheets, the morning wood tenting the fabric. With a groan, he frees his engorged cock, the thick veined shaft throbbing in his fist. He begins to stroke, long, languid pulls that send shivers of pleasure down his spine. The head of his cock glistens with pre-cum, and he smears it around, using it as lube to increase his pleasure. His breathing grows ragged as he nears the edge, the familiar tingle in his balls signaling his imminent release. With a final, savage stroke, he comes, his cum erupting in thick ropes, painting his abs and chest.