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Hornydaddy, a man of few words, lets his actions speak volumes. He's alone, but not lonely, his hand wrapped around his stiff cock, jerking off with purpose. His eyes are closed, lost in his fantasy, as he picks up speed. His breaths come in ragged gasps, his body tense, ready to explode. And then he does, his cum erupting from him, painting his chest and hand with his hot, sticky seed. He opens his eyes, a satisfied smirk on his face, before wiping himself clean and leaving the room, leaving behind only the scent of sex and the sound of his heavy footsteps.