As the sun filters through the curtains, a lone man stirs in his bed, his body already humming with desire. He throws off the covers, his hand instinctively finding its way to his hardening cock. He strokes it slowly, leisurely, enjoying the sensation of his morning wood in his palm. His breath hitches as he picks up the pace, his imagination filling his mind with vivid images. He groans, his body tensing as he succumbs to the pleasure, his cock pulsing as he paints his stomach with his release.