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Standing before the mirror, a man looks at his reflection, his gaze drawn to the tent in his pants. He knows he should resist, but his arousal is too strong. He unzips his pants, letting his big dick spring free. He strokes it, feeling the precum bead at the tip. He knows he's playing with fire, that he's teetering on the edge of self-control. But he can't stop. Not until he's given himself release. And even then, he knows he'll be left wanting, waiting for that moment when she might ask him to take care of her needs. Until then, it's just him, his big dick, and the promise of relief.