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Daddy's dad-bod ripples with each stroke, his hand a blur as he works his meat. The room fills with the scent of pre-cum and the sound of his wet, sloppy stroking. His moans grow louder, more desperate, until he's whimpering, "I'm gonna cum, baby." And cum he does, a torrent of thick, white seed erupting from his cock, painting his chest and stomach with his lust. He collapses, breath ragged, sated for now.