Eric, a ruggedly handsome mature man, is alone in his room, the soft glow of the setting sun casting long shadows. He's in the mood for some personal time, and he's not shy about it. He strips down to nothing, his thick, uncut verga already half-hard and twitching with anticipation. He starts slow, running his hands over his body, feeling the familiar terrain, before wrapping his fist around his shaft. He picks up speed, his strokes long and purposeful, his breath hitching as he nears the edge.