In the quiet of his study, a mature gentleman allows his mind to wander, his hand to wander south. His fingers trace the outline of his hardening cock through his tailored pants, the anticipation building like a slow-burning fire. He unzips, his cock springing free, heavy with desire. He takes his time, savoring each stroke, each tug, each sensation that builds towards a crescendo. His body tenses, his breath hitches, and with a low groan, he finds his release, his cum painting the polished floor.