As the sun begins to rise, a man's morning routine takes a sensual turn. He lies back, his hand exploring his body, tracing the lines of his chest, his abs, until it reaches his growing erection. He wraps his fingers around it, feeling the heat, the pulse. He leans down, his lips parting, his tongue flicking out to taste himself. He takes himself in, his mouth warm and wet, his eyes locked on his own reflection, lost in the taboo pleasure of his own touch.