As the first light of dawn breaks through the curtains, Woodall29's body responds with a stirring of its own. His cock stands at attention, aching for release. He doesn't need anyone else, just his own skilled hand. He grips his thick length, feeling the pulse of his heartbeat. He's in no hurry, savoring each stroke, each sensation. His balls tighten, and he knows he's close. A few more firm strokes and he's groaning, his cum shooting out, painting his chest in warm, sticky ribbons.