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An insatiable hunger gnawed at him as he stared at his reflection, his cock already hard and straining against his boxers. He pushed them down, his thick, veiny shaft springing free. He wrapped his hand around it, feeling the pulse of his desire. His strokes were rough, urgent, his need raw and primal. He could feel the heat building, his balls tightening. He grunted, his body convulsing as he came, painting his chest and stomach with his thick, creamy load.