Awakening to the dawn's early light, the anonymous stud stretches his beefy frame, his massive morning wood tenting the sheets. He runs a hand over his thick, black cock, already leaking pre-cum. With a groan, he begins to stroke, his big dick growing harder, veins bulging. He imagines a tight, wet pussy milking him, his hand a poor substitute. His pace quickens, his breath hitches, and with a final, guttural grunt, he nuts, his hot, sticky cum shooting in ropes, painting his abs and chest.