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Lost in his own world, a weathered hand reaches down to free his throbbing cock from its confinement. With a hungry glance, he takes in his reflection, a smirk playing on his lips. His calloused hands grip his shaft, pumping slowly at first, then gaining speed as his breath hitches. The room is filled with the sound of his pleasure, the scent of his desire. His body tenses, and with a final, desperate stroke, he spills his load, coating his chest in a sticky, satisfying mess.