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In the hazy, sunlit warmth of a lazy afternoon, a mature man finds solace in his own company, his hand wrapped around the generous length of his cock. He spits into his palm, the lubrication making his strokes smooth and slick. His eyes flutter closed as he loses himself in the sensation, the tightness of his grip, the heat of his hand. His breathing quickens, his hips thrusting upward, seeking more friction, more pleasure. With a final, shuddering breath, he comes, his body tensing as he releases, his cum dripping onto the sheets below.