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In the confines of his home, a man with a body sculpted by time and dedication finds himself craving release. He stands, his form a study in contrast against the sterile white walls. His hands, rough with the touch of labor, trace the lines of his muscles, his breath hitching as they brush against his hardening length. His touch becomes more insistent, his grip tight around his cock, his hips moving in a rhythm as old as time itself.