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A lone figure stands before the mirror, his reflection showing a thick, veiny cock already at half-mast. He grips it firmly, his large hand barely able to encompass its girth. His eyes meet his reflection's, and he begins to talk, his voice a sultry, seductive drawl. He describes his cock in lurid detail, his words a symphony of filth that makes his cock twitch and harden further. He jerks it roughly, his grip tight, his strokes fast, his dirty talk a relentless symphony of sin. With a final, throaty growl, he comes, his cum shooting out in thick streams, painting the mirror with his sinful release.