Solo Pleasure in the Dawn

In the quiet of the early morning, a lone figure begins to explore the boundaries of his desire. His hand, tentative at first, wraps around his hardening cock, growing bolder with each stroke. The room echoes with the sound of his increasing rhythm, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he chases his own pleasure. His body tenses, and with a final, shuddering cry, he finds his release, his cock pulsing as he coats his hand in his warm, sticky seed.

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