As the sun peeks through the window, Cubfan72's old man stirs, his morning wood tenting the sheets. He strokes his grizzled chin, then reaches down to grip his thick, vein-ridden cock. With a grunt, he begins to jerk off, his calloused hand sliding up and down the length, spreading pre-cum. His balls tighten as he picks up the pace, his breath growing ragged. The room fills with the scent of aged musk and the sound of flesh slapping flesh.