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In the dimly lit, cluttered room, a Russian elder sits, his eyes closed, his hands exploring his body with a familiarity born of years of self-pleasure. His worn jeans can't contain his growing erection, and with a grunt, he frees his cock, thick and veiny, already leaking precum. He strokes it slowly, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his body responding to the familiar, yet always intense, sensation. His rhythm increases, his grip tightens, and with a final, guttural moan, he comes, his cum shooting onto his waiting tongue. He drinks it, savoring the taste, his body shuddering with the aftermath of his solitary bliss.