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In the dimly lit bathroom, a man stands before the full-length mirror, his eyes locked with his reflection. He unzips his jeans, freeing his hardening cock, and begins to stroke, the sound of his hand moving up and down the shaft echoing in the silent room. He leans over, aiming his cock at the porcelain bowl, and lets out a steady stream of warm, golden urine, the scent filling the air. He watches, fascinated, as his reflection does the same, their gazes never breaking, lost in a taboo, intimate moment.