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In the quietude of his room, a mature man, unseen by the world, gives in to his primal urges. He sprawls on the bed, his hand working his stiff cock with a rhythm born of habit and desire. The room fills with the sound of skin slapping against skin, his breath growing ragged as he nears his release. His body tenses, and with a low groan, he spills his seed, leaving him spent and satisfied, yet craving more.