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In the quietude of his private chamber, a man stands before the full-length mirror, his reflection revealing a body sculpted by time and desire. His hand, rough from years of labor, wraps around his massive, throbbing cock. He begins a slow, rhythmic dance, his grip tightening as he feels the familiar surge of pressure building. His free hand reaches down, cupping his sac, feeling the weight of his impending release. With a guttural groan, he finds his climax, his body convulsing as he paints the mirror with his hot, sticky seed.