A man in his sixties sits back in a worn leather recliner, belt undone, pants unzipped. His hand moves with practiced ease over a thick cock already half-hard from anticipation. The screen flickers with grainy footage of younger women—some barely legal-looking—spread out on beds and couches while older men take turns pounding them raw. No finesse needed here; this is pure hunger, decades of experience guiding every stroke. He groans low as he imagines himself there instead of the guy on-screen, fingers twisting faster now that the fantasy’s taken hold. Cum splatters across his shirt like a confession.