Grampa29, in his cozy, dimly lit room, begins his nightly ritual. The wooden cock, his faithful companion, stands tall beside him. He grips his small, yet eager cock, giving it a few tentative pumps. His breathing deepens, the room echoing with the sound of his hand working his shaft. The scent of aged cologne and sweat fills the air as he picks up the pace, his body tensing. With a low moan, he finds his release, his cum painting the wooden cock in thick, white streaks. He chuckles softly, satisfied with another successful bedtime session.