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The room is filled with the scent of old sweat and musk as the mature bear man settles into his favorite armchair. His calloused hands reach for his waistband, pulling it down to reveal his semi-hard, uncut cock. It's not large, but it's thick, and he knows how to use it. He starts stroking, his grip tight, his rhythm steady. His eyes flutter closed, lost in his own world of pleasure. His body tenses, his breath hitches, and then he's coming, his small dick pulsing, sending streams of hot, white cum onto his furry stomach. He looks down at the mess he's made, a satisfied grin spreading across his weathered face.