As the sun peeks through the curtains, a naked body stirs in the bed. A hand wanders down, finding a throbbing morning wood. Slowly, it begins to stroke, a soft moan escaping. The rhythm picks up, the grip tightening. The room fills with the scent of pre-cum, the sound of wet flesh slapping against flesh. The body tenses, arching, as the hand speeds up. A gasp, a final thrust, and hot cum shoots out, painting the sheets with sticky ropes.