Rivahdude wakes up with a pounding headache and a raging hard-on, the remnants of last night's party still lingering. Rubbing his temples, he glances down to find his morning wood tenting the sheets. With a groan, he gives in to temptation, wrapping his hand around his thick, veiny cock. He strokes slowly, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through his hungover body. His mind fills with vivid images of last night's encounter, pushing him closer to the edge. He picks up the pace, his grip tightening, until he's gasping, his cock pulsing as he spills his load onto his abs.