As the sun peeks through the blinds, our European stranger stirs, his morning wood already at attention. He lazily stretches, his hand brushing against his stiff cock. With a groan, he pushes off the covers and begins to stroke, his movements slow and deliberate. His mind wanders, filling with fantasies of last night's encounter, fueling his desire. He picks up the pace, his breaths coming in short gasps, until he finally finds his release, his hot cum spilling onto his hand.