In the dim glow of his private den, the mature man begins his intimate ritual. He caresses his body, appreciating the lines and curves earned over years. His hands wander down, cupping his heavy balls, then tracing the length of his rigid cock. He spits on his hand, lubricating his shaft, and starts a slow, steady rhythm. His breathing deepens, his body arching slightly with each stroke. The room fills with the wet sounds of his hand working his cock, the scent of his musk heavy in the air.