Couldn't resist the morning wood

Waking up to the insistent throb of his morning wood, he finds himself torn between duty and desire. The room is filled with the scent of his arousal, a heady mix of sweat and pre-cum. He resists, trying to think of anything but the raging hard-on tenting his sheets. But the ache in his balls grows heavier, and soon, he can't resist the urge to wrap his hand around his thick, veiny cock.

• morning
• wood
• resist
• couldnt

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