As the sun peeks through the curtains, a lone man stirs, his morning wood tents the sheets. He strokes languidly, savoring the slow build, his hand slick with pre-cum. His grunts echo in the empty room as he picks up the pace, fucking his fist with abandon. The headboard bangs against the wall, his body tenses, and with a final, guttural groan, he unleashes a torrent of cum, coating his abs and chest in a sticky, white mess.