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In the privacy of his Athens apartment, Iakovos stands before the full-length mirror, admiring his tattooed, muscular form. He runs his hands over his hairy chest, tweaking his nipples, feeling the heat rise. His gaze drops to his crotch, where his thick, cut cock tents his jeans. Unbuttoning his fly, he lets his manhood spring free, already half-hard. He wraps his fist around the shaft, stroking slowly at first, building a rhythm as his breaths deepen. His eyes locked on his reflection, he picks up pace, his hips bucking forward. The room fills with the sound of his hand meeting flesh, his grunts echoing off the mirror. As his pleasure peaks, he lets out a guttural moan, his body tensing as he releases, hot cum streaking across the mirror.