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Leche, a man of few words, finds solace in the simple pleasure of his own touch. He stands before a mirror, his reflection watching as he takes his length in hand. He strokes, his grip firm, his pace steady. His breath hitches as he feels the familiar build-up, his body tensing in anticipation. With a final, powerful stroke, he comes, his cum shooting onto the mirror, leaving his mark on the glass.