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His eyes locked on his reflection, he grips his meaty shaft, feeling the pulse of his desire. He picks up the pace, his hand a blur, as he imagines the filthiest scenarios. His breath hitches, his body tenses, and with a guttural groan, he paints his chest with stream after stream of hot, sticky cum.