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The room is dim, the air heavy with the scent of aged cologne and the faint, underlying musk of aroused male. A black man, his body etched with the lines of time, sits back, his eyes closed, his hand wrapped around his thick, veined cock. He's not in a hurry, this is his time, his sanctuary. He strokes himself with practiced ease, his thumb rubbing over the sensitive head, spreading the bead of pre-cum that's formed. His other hand reaches for his toy, a lifelike replica that he uses to fill the void. He guides himself into it, a low groan escaping him as he feels the tight, warm embrace. He fucks it slowly, his body tensing as he nears his peak, then with a final, shuddering thrust, he comes, his cum spilling out, a testament to his solo pleasure.