Waking to the sun's first light, our solo artist begins his morning routine, not with coffee, but with a handjob. He strokes his cock, appreciating its firmness, the smooth glide of his palm lubricated by his own pre-cum. His fingers dance, teasing the sensitive tip, as he builds a steady rhythm. The room fills with the sound of his hand meeting flesh, the wet slap echoing his desire. His breath hitches, body tensing as he reaches the precipice. With a final, firm stroke, he sends streams of cum shooting onto his stomach, a testament to his morning's work.