The call of a nearby seagull stirs our sleeper in their Greek abode. They wake to the warmth of the sun on their face, a stark contrast to the cool sheets beneath them. Their body responds to the sensation, their cock tenting the thin fabric. They reach down, wrapping a hand around their stiff shaft, a low moan escaping their lips. The room is filled with the sounds of their pleasure, the soft slap of flesh against flesh, the wet, sucking sounds of their hand working their cock. They fuck themselves slowly, savoring the morning, their body tense with impending release.