Grandpa's Midnight Wank

Under the faint glow of the streetlight filtering through the curtains, the elder man's eyes flutter open, his mind already filled with illicit thoughts. His calloused hands, a testament to a life of labor, slip beneath the elastic waistband of his worn briefs, wrapping around his semi-hard cock. The cool air of the pre-dawn hour contrasts with the warmth of his palm as he strokes, the familiar ache of arousal building in his loins. His breath hitches as he imagines the soft, wet heat of a long-ago lover, his punheta becoming more urgent, more desperate, until he's gasping, his body tensing as he finds his release in the quiet, early morning hours.

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