As the sun peeks through the curtains, a lone, dark-skinned Adonis stirs, his morning wood tenting the sheets. He lazily strokes his thick, veiny shaft, the soft groans from his full lips echoing in the empty room. His hand works faster, the friction building, as he imagines the night before. His body tenses, his abs contracting, as he lets out a guttural moan, his hot, creamy load painting the sheets in a sticky masterpiece.