As the sun peeks through the curtains, our hungover hero awakens with a raging morning wood. He grumbles, stretching his naked body, and decides to take matters into his own hand. With a firm grip, he begins to stroke his thick, veiny cock, the familiar sensation sending shivers down his spine. His pace quickens, the sound of his wet palm slapping against his flesh filling the room. His breath hitches as he feels the pleasure building, his balls tightening in anticipation. With a final, desperate tug, he spills his load, hot and sticky, onto his abs.