Morning Glory Solo

Waking to an erection, the lonely man idly strokes his morning wood, stretching languidly in the sunlit sheets. His hand, calloused from years of labor, grips his stiff cock firmly, thumb swirling over the sensitive head. He imagines the soft, wet heat of a mouth, the tight squeeze of a pussy, but his hand will have to do. He arches his back, hips bucking as he chases his release, cum spurting onto his abs, a satisfied groan echoing in the empty room.

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