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In the quiet of his cluttered, dimly lit room, an elderly man, his body weathered by time, sits alone. His gnarled fingers wrap around his still-impressive, veiny cock, giving it a slow, steady stroke. The room fills with the sound of his labored breaths and the squelching of his lubricated palm. His eyes squeeze shut, imagining the touch of a long-lost lover as he jerks himself harder, faster. His body tenses, and with a guttural groan, he unloads a thick, creamy load onto his hairy belly.