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In the quiet of his room, a man stands before a mirror, his reflection a study in contrast - his eyes, dark pools of desire, his body, a sculpture of restrained power. He wraps his hand around his cock, the thick, mushroom head peeking out from his fist. He tugs gently, his thumb rubbing the-sensitive slit, coaxing a bead of pre-cum to the surface. His other hand cups his heavy balls, rolling them gently, feeling their weight, their warmth. He picks up the pace, his strokes becoming more urgent, his breathing more ragged. His body tenses, his cock throbs, and with a final, powerful tug, he comes, his cum splattering onto the mirror, a testament to his solo indulgence.