Daddy's third leg stands tall, a morning salute to the day. He takes his time, exploring his length, feeling the heat and stiffness. His hand moves in a slow, rhythmic dance, from base to tip, reveling in the sensation. His dick waves, a dance of its own, as he builds towards climax. The room fills with his grunts and the sound of his hand working his meat, until finally, he lets out a low groan, his cum pulsing out, a morning offering to the sheets.