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In the soft glow of his bedroom, a lonely man stands before the full-length mirror, his reflection a canvas for his desires. His hand, large and strong, wraps around his thick, uncut cock, already hard and eager. He strokes slowly, teasingly, his eyes locked with his reflection's. The room fills with the sound of skin on skin, his breath hitching as he picks up the pace. His other hand cups his heavy balls, rolling them gently, adding to the symphony of pleasure. The mirror fogs up, his body glistening with sweat, as he edges closer to release, his strokes becoming more urgent, more desperate.