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Alone in his room, a man with a secret encounters his reflection in the mirror. His eyes lock onto the bulge in his pants, the beast within stirring. He unzips, his massive cock springing free, already hard and throbbing. He takes it in his hand, feeling its heat, its power. He's not here to cum quickly, no, he's here to dance on the edge, to flirt with the abyss. His strokes are slow, deliberate, his grip tight. He knows every inch of his flesh, every vein, every ridge. He's in control, and he's going to make this moment last, for both of them.