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The man, in his middle years, finds solace in the unusual. Today, it's the feel of green plastic against his naked body, the texture sending shivers down his spine. He starts slow, his hand moving languidly up and down his cock. The room fills with the sound of his pleasure, his breathing ragged. He increases his pace, the plastic beneath him crinkling, his body tensing as he nears his peak. With a final, guttural groan, he comes, his cum painting the plastic, a lewd masterpiece of his solitary indulgence.