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In the comfort of his apartment, Jackie relishes a peaceful morning by the window, donning a plush robe that hugs his form with gentle familiarity. The soft rays of sunlight peek through the curtains, painting warm caresses on his skin. With each breath, his cock comes alive, subtly bulging beneath the fabric of the robe. He leans against the window sill, mesmerized by the view outside, a silent observer of the world awakening. As the gentle breeze dances through the open window, his robe parts slightly, revealing glimpses of his chiseled physique. His veins, like delicate rivers, meander beneath the surface, a visible testament to the vibrant life coursing through him. He feels a surge of vitality, an affirmation of his existence, as the robe teases to expose more of his being. Jackie's contemplative gaze finds solace in the morning sky, watching clouds drift lazily, as if in harmony with his own throbbing cock.