Chris Bertilsson's Early Risers

In the quiet of the morning, Chris Bertilsson's body stirs, his cock aching for attention. He kicks off his sheets, revealing his hard, naked body to the cool air. His hand wraps around his shaft, the skin smooth and warm. He thinks of the woman next door, her curves tempting him through the thin walls. As he jerks off, his imagination runs wild, picturing her joining him, her hands and mouth exploring every inch of him. He groans, his hips bucking as he spills his load, the morning silence broken only by his ragged breaths.

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