Morning Wood: Unsheathed

In the quiet of dawn, a man wakes, his hand instinctively finding its way to his hardening cock. He strokes, slow and steady, the slippery skin of his dick gliding under his firm grip. His breath deepens, matching the rhythm of his hand, as he imagines the soft, wet warmth of a mouth enveloping him. His balls tighten, and with a low groan, he spills his load, the pearly liquid coating his fingers.

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