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The grandfather clock ticks softly as a hefty father, still in his boxers, pads to the bathroom. The mirror reflects his bulk as he pulls out his massive, semi-hard cock, the head already purple and engorged. He spits into his palm, wrapping his thick fingers around his shaft, and begins a languid jerk. His eyes flutter closed, his mouth opens slightly, and his rhythm quickens, the sound of his fist meeting flesh echoing in the small room. His body convulses as he shoots his load, the mirror fogging with his heavy breaths.