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The room is dim, the air heavy with anticipation. A man stands before a mirror, his reflection a study in contrast - the tension in his shoulders, the hunger in his eyes. He reaches down, wrapping his hand around his stiff cock, a moan escaping his lips as he begins to stroke. His touch is firm, demanding, each pass sending jolts of pleasure through him. His other hand roams, pinching his nipples, cupping his balls, exploring the sensitive skin of his inner thighs. His body tenses, his grip tightens, and with a final, shuddering stroke, he finds his release, his reflection watching as he rides out his climax.