This silver fox knows the score: when the house is empty, it's time to tend to business. His calloused hands, a testament to a life well-lived, wrap around his hard, veiny cock. He takes his time, enjoying the sensation of his foreskin sliding back and forth, the heat building in his loins. His grunts echo in the empty house as he quickens his pace, his body tensing as he finally lets go, his cum spurting out in long, ropes, coating his hand and stomach, a testament to his solo triumph.