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Alone in the bathroom, a young man, his heart pounding, stands before the mirror. He's not here to primp, but to indulge in a private, thrilling game. He leans in, his breath fogging the glass, and begins to kiss his reflection. His lips, wet with anticipation, press against the cool surface, mimicking the dance of tongues with his mirror self. He moans softly, eyes closed, lost in the sensation of his own mouth exploring his lips, his tongue darting out to lick the smooth glass.