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The mature man, alone in his personal space, lets the water run, a steady stream cascading into the sink. His hand reaches into his pants, wrapping around his hardening length. He strokes, the sensation building, his breaths coming in shorter gasps. The water turns a warm, inviting shade of gold, reflecting off the porcelain as he nears his peak. His body tenses, and with a final groan, he releases, his essence mixing with the water, swirling down the drain.