In the quiet of his room, a solitary man stands before the mirror, his reflection revealing a body honed by time and desire. His hand reaches down, tracing the outline of his enormous cock through his tight boxers. With a hungry groan, he frees his rigid flesh, the sight of his own arousal pushing him closer to the brink. His strokes are firm, purposeful, each one drawing a gasp from his lips. His body trembles, his grip tightens, and with a final, desperate thrust, he comes undone, his thick, white seed spilling over his hand and dripping onto the floor below.