Morning Wood Awakened

In the quiet of the early morning, a lone figure stirs, his hand wandering southwards under the covers. His cock, already half-hard, twitches at his touch. He begins to stroke, his grip firm and steady, a low groan escaping his lips. The room is dim, the only light seeping in from the crack in the curtains, casting a soft glow on his toned body. His hand speeds up, his breathing grows ragged, and with a final, desperate tug, he spills his load, his body convulsing with pleasure.

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