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He stands before the mirror, his reflection showing a man on the edge. His hand moves with purpose, his grip firm as he pleasures himself. His eyes locked onto his own, he watches as his body responds, his muscles tensing, his breath coming in short gasps. The room is filled with the scent of his musk, the sound of his pleasure echoing off the walls. With a final groan, he finds his release, his body coated in his own spend, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.