Solo delight in the palm of his hand

Grandman's weathered hands, once strong and capable, now tremor with age and anticipation as they unbuckle his trousers. His eyes, clouded with cataracts, seem to focus on a memory only he can see. He strokes his withered cock, the skin pulled taut over the veins, a grimace of pleasure contorting his features. His breathing grows ragged, his body tensing as he chases his release, his hand moving faster, more urgently. With a low, guttural moan, he finds his climax, his body shuddering as he spends himself, the evidence of his solitary pleasure staining his pants.

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