Glasses sliding down his nose as his fingers tighten around his shaft, the older guy leans back on the couch and works his cock with slow, deliberate pumps. His shirt rides up just enough to expose a thick belly as his breathing gets heavier, thumb swiping over the tip before dragging it down again. Dark living room windows let in just enough light to catch the sheen on his skin as his strokes pick up speed. No words, just the sound of fabric rustling and his grunts filling the room. Glasses fog up slightly as his grip never lets up.