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The house is still, the only sound the soft rustle of fabric as a man, his body bearing the marks of time and desire, undresses. His cock, thick and heavy, stands at attention, a testament to his unfulfilled needs. He settles into his favorite chair, his hand wrapping around his shaft, a groan escaping his lips as he begins to pleasure himself. His strokes are steady, his rhythm building, his body tensing in anticipation of the release he so desperately seeks.