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In the quiet of the afternoon, our mature gentleman finds himself alone with his thoughts and desires. He sprawls out on the couch, his hand already working at the fly of his jeans. His cock, thick and stiff, springs free, and he begins to stroke, his eyes closed, lost in his private fantasies. The room fills with the sounds of his pleasure, his breathing growing heavier, his grip tighter. He imagines the feel of another's hand, another's mouth, but it's just him today, and he's content to let his imagination run wild. His body tenses, his cock throbbing as he nears his climax. With a final, powerful stroke, he comes, his hot, sticky cum spilling over his hand and onto his stomach.