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In the dimly lit room, James, a mature man of robust build, takes center stage. His calloused hands, a testament to years of hard work, grasp his substantial, veined cock. He strokes it with a rhythm that's equal parts practiced and passionate. His eyes, hidden behind a ghostly, distant gaze, seem to lock onto an unseen lover. His grunts, punctuated by the wet sounds of his palm against his flesh, fill the room. The tension builds, his body tenses, and with a final, guttural groan, he releases, his cum painting his hand and stomach in warm, sticky stripes.