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Alone in his sanctuary, a man allows his gaze to linger on his reflection, appreciating the artistry of his form. His hands trace the lines of his body, pausing at his crotch, where his cock twitches in anticipation. He takes it in his hand, reveling in the feel of the velvety skin, the throbbing hardness beneath. His strokes are slow, deliberate, his eyes locked on the sight of his hand working his length. He imagines a lover's touch, the sensation intensifying, his breath coming in rapid gasps. With a final, powerful stroke, he comes, his cum painting his chest, a testament to his private, intimate dance.