In the soft, warm glow of dawn, a man indulges in his morning ritual, his hand wrapped around his throbbing erection. He strokes slowly, building a rhythm that matches his growing arousal. His breath hitches as he picks up the pace, his heart pounding in his chest. The room fills with the sound of his pleasure, the wet, slapping noise of his hand working his cock echoing off the walls. He groans, his body tensing as he nears his peak. Finally, with a shuddering gasp, he spills his load, his cum coating his hand and the sheets below.