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The mirror reflects his every move, his every touch. He's a voyeur to his own desire, his hand a stranger's in the heat of the moment. His cock, hard and throbbing, demands attention, and he obliges, gripping it firmly. The sight of his own body, the sound of his ragged breaths, the feel of his slick pre-cum, it's all too much. He's fucking his own hand, imagining it's someone else's, someone else's mouth, someone else's cunt. He's lost in the reflection, in the sensation, in the raw, primal need to come. And come he does, painting the mirror with his hot, sticky seed.