Llamasr's eyes flutter open to a sight that makes his heart race and his cock twitch. His morning wood is a monstrous sight, standing tall and proud, ready to conquer. He can't help but wrap his hand around the thick base, feeling the pulse of life within. The tip is already glistening, begging for touch. He spreads his legs, giving himself room to work, his other hand cupping his heavy balls, rolling them gently as he begins to stroke his length with purpose.