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The soft fabric of his robe tents enticingly as he feels the growing pressure against his thigh. He lets the robe drop to the floor, his cock springing free, already hard and eager. With a hungry look, he wraps a strong, calloused hand around his shaft, starting a slow, steady rhythm. His hips move in time with his strokes, his other hand exploring his hairy chest, tweaking a nipple, adding to the sensory overload. His breaths come in ragged gasps as he edges closer to the brink, his strokes becoming more urgent, more desperate, until finally, with a guttural groan, he spills his load, his cum painting stripes on the floor.