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In the quiet of his old study, a mature man, his body weathered by time, finds solace in his own touch. He unbuttons his shirt, revealing a chest peppered with grey hair, and slips his hand into his pants, pulling out his already stiffening cock. He strokes it gently, a low moan escaping his lips as he remembers past encounters, his mind filling with vivid images of lusty women. His pace quickens, his breath hitches, and he feels the familiar tingle in his loins, signaling his impending release.