Waking Wasteland

In the quiet of the early morning, a man's bed becomes a private playground. His hand wraps around his stiff cock, the veins pulsing with desire. As he pleasures himself, his body demands more, his bladder filling to capacity. Instead of pausing his indulgence, he allows the pressure to build, the sensation intensifying his arousal. With a grunt, he lets go, his cock twitching as the first stream of piss escapes, soaking the sheets and the floor below, the scent of his release filling the air.

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