In the quiet of the morning, a man's hand explores his body, finding his rigid, pulsating cock. He squeezes it, feeling its thickness, before starting a slow, steady rhythm. His mind drifts to taboo fantasies, his strokes growing faster, more urgent. His breath hitches as his orgasm approaches, his body tensing, then releasing in a wave of pleasure. He looks down at the mess on his stomach, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.