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A seasoned hand, veins etched like rivers on a map, wraps around a throbbing, aged cock. The room is filled with the scent of aged cologne and the soft, rhythmic sound of skin on skin. The grip is firm, confident, as he strokes from base to tip, his breath deepening with each pass. His eyes, hidden behind glasses, never leave the sight of his engorged member, ready to spill its load at his command.