Master of Solitude

Daddyr65, a man of refined tastes, prefers his pleasures in solitude. The rich aroma of aged tobacco fills the air as he puffs on a cigar, the smoke curling around him like a lover's caress. His eyes, hidden behind the reflection of the room in his reading glasses, gaze at the flickering flames in the fireplace. His hand, steady and sure, strokes his erect cock, the sound of skin on skin a rhythmic counterpoint to the crackling fire. His body tenses, his grip tightens, and with a low groan, he finds his climax, painting his chest with his seed, a silent testament to his self-indulgence.

• mature
• solo-masterbation

• mature