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Poppa, in a private moment, indulges in his guilty pleasure. His hands caress his throbbing cock, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He takes slow, steady drags, the smoke swirling around him as he strokes his length. His eyes are closed, lost in his own world, his body tensing as he nears climax. With a final drag, he lets out a low groan, cum shooting onto his hand and the floor.