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A mature man, his body etched with the lines of time, reclines in his favorite armchair, the scent of aged leather and pipe tobacco filling the air. Clad in a black, lacy teddy, he finds solace in the act of self-pleasure, his mind wandering to the days of his youth. His hand, steady and sure, works his smaller, yet still proud manhood, coaxing forth a slow, steady stream of cum, a testament to his enduring virility. He wipes the evidence of his pleasure away, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth, content in the knowledge that some pleasures are timeless.