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In the quiet of his room, a man of Irish descent stands before a mirror, admiring his reflection. His eyes linger on his cock, half-hard and eager for attention. He takes it in his hand, feeling its weight, its heat. He strokes it leisurely, watching it grow, watching the skin stretch tight over the engorged head. His other hand cups his balls, feeling them tighten as pleasure courses through him. He's a solo artist, his body his instrument, and he plays it with expertise.