As the sun peeks through the curtains, our lone protagonist stretches out, his morning wood tenting the sheets. He gives it a few slow strokes, feeling the blood pulse through his veins. His grip firms, his pace quickens, and he leans into the sensation, his body tensing as he nears the edge. With a groan, he spills over, his cum shooting out in ropes, coating his hand and belly, a testament to his morning's work.