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This anonymous hunk has had enough of the day's pressures, and he's not about to let them build any further. He locks the door behind him, the click echoing in the otherwise silent room. He stands before the mirror, his reflection showing a man on the edge, literally and figuratively. He pulls down his pants, his hard cock springing free, already leaking clear fluid. He wraps his hand around it, the sensation sending a jolt through his body. He begins to pump, his grip tight, his strokes long and steady. His other hand reaches down, cupping his balls, rolling them gently. The room fills with the sound of his ragged breathing, the smell of his musk. With a final, deep thrust, he comes, his body shuddering as he spills his load onto the floor, his reflection showing a man finally at ease.