In the quiet of the morning, a man's primal need stirs. He awakens to find his cock straining against his pajamas, demanding relief. With a groan, he frees it, his hand wrapping around the stiff shaft. The rhythm is steady, purposeful, as he works himself over, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The room fills with the scent of sex and the sound of flesh on flesh, his body tensing as he nears the edge, ready to plunge into ecstasy.