Le Terminator10 awakens to the gentle stirrings of desire, his morning wood tenting his boxers. In the soft glow of dawn, he begins his daily ritual, palming his cock through the fabric, feeling the heat and hardness grow. Slipping his hand inside, he grips his shaft, stroking slowly, savoring the sensation. He pulls back the foreskin, revealing the sensitive head, and runs his thumb tip over the slit, collecting the bead of precum. Leaning back, he closes his eyes, lost in the pleasure of his own touch.