Floppy Awakening: A Winter's Tale

As the first light of dawn breaks through the frosted window, a man stretches beneath his blankets, his body warming the chilled air. His cock, soft and relaxed, nestles against his thigh. He takes it in his hand, feeling the velvety texture, the contrast of his heated palm against the cool, flaccid flesh. As he strokes, his member begins to stir, growing plumper, harder, ready to embrace the new day.

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