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The old man, his body a testament to time, stretches out on the bed, the springs creaking under his weight. His hands, with their prominent veins and age spots, wrap around his still-thick cock, giving it long, firm strokes. He takes a drag from his cigarette, holding the smoke in his lungs before exhaling, the cloud obscuring his view of his own body. He continues to stroke, his movements becoming more urgent, his breathing more ragged. The room fills with the scent of smoke and sex, the old man's moans joining the symphony of sounds as he brings himself to release.