As the sun peeks through the curtains, Mark's hand finds its way to his morning wood. He grins, settling into the pillows as he begins to stroke. His touch is soft, exploratory, as he enjoys the sensation of his hardening cock. He picks up the pace, his grip firm, his breath coming in short gasps. His body tenses, his abs contracting as he nears the edge. With a final, powerful stroke, he comes, his body relaxing as he drifts back to sleep, a satisfied smile on his face.