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The clock strikes eight, signaling the start of his nightly ritual. He locks the door, draws the curtains, and allows himself to indulge in the taboo. His eyes meet his reflection in the mirror as he begins to stroke his cock, the image both comforting and arousing. He lets his mind wander, exploring fantasies he's too shy to share, his body responding eagerly to the mental images. His grip tightens, his rhythm quickens, and with a low groan, he finds his release, his cum painting the mirror with thick, white ropes, a silent testament to his evening's enjoyment.