In the quiet of the early morning, Leonardo's hand finds its way under the sheets, wrapping around his stiff cock. He's rock hard, his morning wood aching for release. He pumps his fist slowly, the wet sounds of his self-pleasure filling the room. His imagination runs wild, picturing a steamy encounter from last night's dreams. His strokes become faster, more urgent, his breath coming in short gasps. The pleasure builds, like a wave crashing against a shore, until he's spilling over, his cum painting the sheets, leaving him sated and ready to face the day.