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Nursing a pounding hangover, our mature stud stumbles into the bathroom, his morning wood tenting his boxers. He props himself against the sink, his hand instinctively wrapping around his thick, veiny shaft. Slowly, he strokes, his foreskin rolling back and forth, the sensation grounding him in the present. His breathing deepens, the tension in his body ebbing away with each tug. His balls tighten, and with a guttural groan, he unleashes a thick, creamy load onto the vanity, his body shuddering with release.