Awakening Wood: Morning Glory in the Sheets

The first light of dawn finds him battling a raging erection. He's a prisoner to his own desires, the throbbing at his crotch demanding attention. His hand, slick with pre-cum, slides up and down his rigid shaft, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through him. He's a man possessed, his body overriding his mind, until he's panting, his release painting his chest in warm, sticky ropes. Afterwards, he lies there, spent and satisfied, the room echoing with his ragged breaths.

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