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A veteran hand, this old-timer knows his way around a thick cock. He settles into a comfortable chair, his beefy, uncut member already at half-mast, aching for attention. His gnarled, calloused hands wrap around the shaft, stroking slowly, feeling every vein and ridge. He's got no rush, just the pleasure of his own touch, his own rhythm. The room fills with the scent of musk and the wet sounds of his palm sliding over his slick flesh. His breaths deepen, his strokes quicken, and with a final, firm grip, he nut hard, his cum splashing onto his hairy belly.