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The grandfather clock ticks away the hours as he retreats to his study, a hidden sanctuary from the world. His gnarled fingers, stained with the memories of a life fully lived, undo the buttons of his crisp shirt, revealing a chest still defined by years of discipline. His hand slips into his pants, wrapping around his semi-hard cock, coaxing it to life. He strokes slowly, savoring the sensation, his breath growing ragged as he approaches his peak. With a final, powerful squeeze, he comes undone, his load spilling out onto the polished floor.