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After a grueling day, a mature British gent retreats to his private space, dropping trou and settling into a well-worn armchair. With a sigh, he grips his stiff cock, giving it long, slow strokes. His mind wanders to unfulfilled fantasies, his breath quickening as he picks up the pace. Pre-cum beads at the tip, and he uses it to lubricate his shaft, the sound of his hand working his flesh filling the quiet room. His balls tighten, and with a final, urgent stroke, he spills his load, groaning in relief.