Dawn's Desire: A Solo Stretch in Jeans

The sun barely peeks through the window as Bernard, still groggy from sleep, feels an insistent throb between his legs. His hand drifts down, finding the familiar, worn fabric of his jeans. He rubs himself, the denim warm and soft from countless washes. His mind drifts to a fantasy of a woman, her hands joining his, helping him push the jeans down, her mouth replacing his hand, her eager tongue swirling around his hard cock as he bucks into her, the denim now a forgotten, abandoned piece of clothing on the cold floor.

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