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The man enters the bathroom, the room filled with the soft glow of the setting sun streaming through the window. He looks at himself in the mirror, a smirk playing on his lips. He's here for a purpose, and it's not to wash his hands. He unbuckles his belt, letting his pants fall to the floor. His boxers follow suit, revealing his already stiffening cock. He leans against the counter, his hand wrapping around his length, starting a slow, steady rhythm. His eyes meet his reflection's, and the room fills with the sound of his hand meeting his flesh, the mirror steaming up as his pace quickens, his desire intensifying.