As the sun creeps in through the window, a lone man wakes up, his morning wood tenting the sheets. He strokes his thick cock, the velvety skin sliding over the hard shaft. His hand moves faster, his breathing growing heavier, as he jerks off to the thoughts of last night's fantasies. The room fills with the sounds of his pleasure, the scent of his musk permeating the air. He grunts, his body tensing as he spills his load onto his stomach, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.