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The old man, his body etched with the lines of a life well-lived, stands proudly, his balls swinging heavily in the cool air. He reaches out, his meaty hand encircling his testicles, lifting them, letting them drop. The first smack is a surprise, a sharp, stinging sound that makes him chuckle. He's been around the block enough times to know pleasure from pain, and this, this is pure, unadulterated pleasure. His pace quickens, his grunts turning into groans, his balls a red, angry mess, but he doesn't stop. Not until he's ready.