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In the quiet of his study, a silver-haired, mature man unbuckles his belt, his aged hands trembling with anticipation. His body, etched with time's passage, bears the marks of a life well-lived. He strokes his small, veined cock, the skin soft and familiar under his touch. The room fills with the faint, rhythmic sounds of his pleasure, punctuated by his ragged breaths. His body tenses, and with a guttural groan, he releases, his cum dribbling down his worn fingers.