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Athens' streets echo with the distant bustle, but here, in the privacy of his room, all is silent save for the rhythmic sound of his hand moving up and down his impressive length. His grip tightens, fingers tracing the veins that pulse with life. His other hand reaches down, cupping his heavy balls, rolling them gently as he imagines the feel of a warm, wet mouth enveloping him. His strokes quicken, his breath hitches, and with a final, desperate push, he spills his seed onto the cool, unyielding surface of the mirror, his reflection forever etched in the moment of his release.